My Angel of the Night

Transformed by the dark night

my prim lover's indelible form

sketched in shades so erudite

paring the coordinates of Cassiopeia

her pencil-trim figure of taut lines

caressed by a silver gown

gilded with glowing ornaments

drops of frothy dew glisten

on her dark veil, while dense

vapors shroud her mystique

the moon's pale beams

sculpt her buxom bust

while tracing the bronze crust

and from her beta cusp

in the pallid lines of

splayed, nimble fingers

an epicurean road map

to her carnal estate