Lovers in the Dusk Balunywa Ibrahim's blackout poem

Following my prompt on facebook in No Direction Home ( artists always on the verge of becoming ) to try blackout poetry, from A Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire by George R R Martin page 74. I am super excited to share Balunywa Ibrahim's blackout poem. You can check out more of his poetry here.

Lovers in the dusk
They rode out together;
Stars through the gathering dusk.

They stopped beside a stream,
Off his horse he lifted her from hers.
She felt fragile,
Her limbs weak as water.
Trembling in her wedding silks,
She began to cry.
He rubbed away the tears
made her feel better.
Touched her hair softly,
Murmuring softly in Dothrahki .
There was warmth in his tone,
A tenderness never expected.
He towered over her,
As he towered over everyone.
Lightly under the arms,
He seated her on a rock beside the stream.
He sat facing her,
Legs crossed beneath him.
He begun to undress her,
his fingers deft and tender.
He removed her silks,
one by one.
Looking at her breasts,
She could not help herself ,
She averted her eyes,
Covered herself with her hands.
He pulled her hands away,
Then lifted her face to make her look at him.
He pulled her close,
To remove her last silks.
The night air was chilly,
She shivered, and she was afraid.