Ivory in the Night

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Ivory in the Night
by Robert Ervin Howard

Maidens of star and of moon,
born from the mists of the age,
I thrill to the touch of your hands,
in the night when the shadows are o'er me.
Your eyes are like the gulfs of the night,
your limbs are like ivory gleaming—
But your lips are more red than is mortal,
and pointed the nails of your fingers.