gold

He was seeping the mellow gold of the night.
His lips were just so red, you couldn't believe your eyes!

And the longer he stared in the darkness,
the closer She seemed to him.
It was by some incredible accident of light
that enabled him to see Her curves against
all the odds of the Night.

Her hands flew like two doves
through the shade and landed upon his forehead.
Carresing. Stroking...
And he, like a dog, obeyed every order they gave him.

And Her lips, seeping the mellow gold of the Night,
were just so red! You couldn't believe your eyes!