Come to me softly and whisper my name,
Creep through this room in the moonlight again.
Dress in the greens of the trees whence you come
And leave me the taste of the leaves when we're done.
My window will be left ajar as I sleep -
The forest will move with our love as you creep.
I want to see skin and I want to see curves;
I want sparks to fly with magical words.
And when it is morning and when you are gone -
When the longing is much and the sun rays are strong -
I want all the dreams that I dream in the light
To be visions of you and your form in the night.