Like golden-honey in the rushes
Of her dusk-sky,
Her tenderness lay
As her fragrance empties the air
Of all else but her scent;
Her comely vessel
Naked in the moonlight,
Draped only
Of her long hair
Upon her slender shoulders;
Her dark eyes blushing
Beneath the garland
Of innocence;
That passion
Silken of heaven’s hue
With the whisper of ecstasy
Unfurled in her flower,
Soft of petaled-lips
With the sweet nectar
That only love can know;
And gentle ache
So deep inside the heart
That stirs like a fire
That splendor that fills the wild grasses
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