The Raja’s Concubine
Go quietly to her room. Knock three times on the door – one, two, pause, then three, as you agreed – and wait. Be patient: she will come. She is no liar.
Hear the whisper of her heavy silk skirts; bare feet against the ground. Hear the silvery laughter of the bells around her ankles. Hear her open the door. See her face, that dusky, cinnamon shade, and her dark eyes. Smell her (all gardenias and myrrh, all lust) and sigh.
Kiss her now, with urgency, for your sake. Her Master returns. She loves you, but she is no liar.