Let me live
in a painting of red roses;
whom you crave at night
I need not be the beauty
that attracts your eye
in the broad daylight
Let me instead reside
as shadow amid the light.

Let me rest
amidst blooms of scarlet hues
arranged within a porcelain vase
so I can drink in the pleasure,
however vicarious and fleeting,
of your admiring gaze.

Let me sleep
in the warmth of your bed,
that you have left in the morn
Hiding the truth of the night,
just a little longer than sworn
And, I promise to fade away like
the fragrance of Night Queen.

Let me love
Your shadowed footsteps
Your muddled bedsheet and
matted pillows, craving for more...
I do not know where this leads
Yet ready to take the plunge
in desirous vales of unholy deeds.
And, I hope I'll find you there.