an answer for lyria
We meet,
Where my black velvet robe touches
Your blue dress.
They play with each other.
Swirling to the music
Black, blue, black, blue.
But after the dance
Your silk turns to irises,
Waiting for the morning
That they may bloom.
And my velvet parts
Under the blade
That reflects cold moonlight.
Until then let us sway together,
Let your silk reflect the light
And my velvet absorb it,
Let me cover you,
Let you cling to me.
Let our voices rise together,
Until the bell calls -
You to sleep,
Me to dream.