'No Names' by Nemo

You bones are exotic

As dark as the light 

Beneath your trace skin 

I drink your blessing slowly 

Nursing each sip, as on our final bed 

I kneel beneath your rosetta stone, 

Plumed like a stolen dove

Breathless I learn you're a tax accountant. 

I love your figures, your exponential curves, 

Your firm grasp of numbers 

I feel as safe as a sonnet 

After we learn, we yearn, for love.