Endymion, for Armand by Santiago, October 2, 2002 Call me not Selene Though I am very like the moon -- I am watching And waiting for you Sleeping in my bower This common bed we share No cave, no meadow Just a bed for two Endymion chose not His fate, his eternal slumber Was jealously forced; A Goddess had her way I will force you To nothing Holding my desire At bay, always at bay Unlike the shepherd You may decide To sleep or waken To take my kiss, or hide Or refuse it Cherish my heart Or break it By turning me aside