The Absent Touch

The cat sleeps in the red chair My lover combs her jet black hair There's mystery in a way of walking It's witching hour no need to talk And there are diamonds in our bed I put your hands about my head My lover worships the sun Her body is the Amazon My lover is of royal birth My lover smells of the good earth I give my love my life to wear I taste my life in that black hair At three o'clock it's time to say Rest you love till break of day Rest you love till break of day