Lakmé, An Act in Four Parts

You are beautiful like melted wax

a cream colored fluorescent

that spills desire over my skin

You tasted of jasmine

tear dropped rosebuds

I’d catch you by the tip of my tongue

Lick drops of honeydew

off of your skin

you are an elixir on my tongue

You are a form

higher than those deities

But I, unlike that moon

I wouldn’t dare to speak

their names around you