Melisenda (Part 1)

She saw it as fine comicry
As the dew of my eyes betrayed me
My word hath made thee as comely
As the night before dawn
And like the snow melting in the field
Was our love conceived
My love made you
What you could not be

As a creeping vine I aspired
Serpentine to the place
Where you were sleeping
As a moth I lighted
Upon the pliant curvature
Of your shoulder
Beneath the dark waves
Of your hair, black as the moor

You bit my lip and tasted wine
Your spell has driven me
From the living, your love
Has turned me to stone

In her flesh she awoke
She stirred from her bed
I lighted upon her window arch
As her eyelids fluttered in the dawn light
My heart was bid to silence
By the fluttering of her lashes