Shadowlight

We slipped beneath the transparent coverlet of wool, she and
I. Even our heads were hidden, and the lamp lit up the cloth above us.
And thus I saw her dear body in a mysterious glow. We were
much closer to each other, freer, more naked and more intimate.
"In the selfsame shift" she said to me.
We left our hair done up so that we'd be more bare, and in
the close air of the bed two female odours rose, as from two natural censers.
Nothing in the world, not even the lamp, saw us that night.
And which of us was loved and which the lover, she and I alone can
ever tell. But the men shall never know a thing about it.

~Pierre Louÿs, The songs of Bilitis