Pale-faced temptress of the night Who amuses men’s dreams Spurs lyrics and prose Waxing you’re becoming Waning you play hard to get Light’s not your own Causes me to squint Some have promised to lasso you To give you to another Few have reached you To touch you Who’ve told the tale You move through the night Calling, beckoning, seducing: “Come up hither, touch my face See my curves, feel my embrace.” I can only admire and dream Never shall I touch your face.