Where is she that visits me in the unawake of night? Whispers inaudible her secret self denied desire With petaled touch peels my lids slight to the drawing dawn light Wakening within my loins a lightning feverish fire. During dreams whilst in day I imagine her cute coy smile Dancing on a light summer breeze through juggling dry leaves Delight at this seldom fortune to wait and wonder awhile Decoys of desires, an inescapable web she weaves.