As I turn, I see you outlined;
Amber and caressed by the light,
You are fluid, suspended in movement.
Contoured by shadows, my mind follows your lines.
Are you a reflection or a dream undecided?
Your water drips at the edge of my smile.
I can taste the invite.
Silence is the source of lust rising,
You melt like ice.
Subtle and always changing,
A muse of melodic design.