Teach me how to write
the story of myself
the ink and quill are ready
the page spread before you
gold, in the wavering candlelight

show me how to paint on you
the picture in my mind
mixing brilliant colors
no one has ever named
nor seen before tonight

perfume the air with your words
sandalwood and vanilla pearls
dripping through my hands
to fall on the floor and roll
lost in the cracks of tomorrow

dance with me, my love
we are blue and gold
like one we flicker, gutter
smoldering together - then dying
as I break, and speak your name