Black Satin Dancer

Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer
In all your giving, given is the answer
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the
Brightest flower in my garden
Begging your pardon --- shedding right unreason
Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons
Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin
Bending the minutes --- the hours ever turning on that
Old gold story of mercy
Desperate breathing. Tongue nipple-teasing
Your fast river flowing --- your northern fire fed
Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed