Woo me wonderfully, my own sweet dear,
With kiss upon my cheek from butterfly´s tear,
Wrap in me silken webs & skins of old whelks,
And perfume me gently, with musk-oil of elks.
Woo me wonderfully, with songs of sweet birds,
Tell me ancient secrets, of the waterfall´s
words,
Whisper me wind chimes, upon evening breeze,
And caress my white breasts, with the salt of
seas.
Woo me wonderfully, where dreamy swallows skim,
Down by jade rivers, where the silver salmon
swim,
Enfold me in soft nut-skins, ever loving &
warm tight,
But loose enough for me, to see the beams of
sunlight.
Woo me wonderfully, beneath old pregnant moons,
Mantle me at midnight, in the raven´s black
plumes,
Scribe your love upon my soul, so that I may
believe,
And then, only then, I shall promise you, never
to leave.
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