I just couldn't stop myself here, your work brought to my mind this:
That night knitted lace of fingers, silver feather the handful gathered like in a nest hatched by candles light. Ethereal touch I sipped from you with delight. I stopped my breath from fear that you might fly away. That beautiful night your eyes were burning like a candle and all the branches on me caught the fire. The grass started bursting Along my clenched hands I felt your lips circling I dont wait for the sunny morning. A nest of tenderness is the night.
Stan