Calm My Magenta Complexion

Calm my magenta complexion;
Soothe my blue evening bed
In the lavender trees.

Tall mama, tell me a stand,
A wintry bedtime tale:
Vox frigida concers
Somnus vincit omnia.

Bring your always worn lips
And your quite often gloss.
With the unmentioned aurora 
Underneath both our eyes, 
Sleep beneath Eros’s amour skies
Near the welcoming autumnal breeze.

It is a lonely velvet evening,
Sing me a rose to sleep in:
Odorem amoris,
Somnus vincit omnia.

Plan out my memory in the dark hours,
Please Mama, wash me with your words:
Ab incunabulis 
A mari usque ad mare 
Alis aquilae.
Somnus vincit omnia.

Draw out the dawn in golden retreat
Nestle close in my silk embrace 
With human-warm hands
Slipped through sleeves
Of cotton soft sheets.