Your charming smile as it,
soft as flour, peddles
its wholly sacred warmth of
love to every hart as
it bounds about the fields in
ecstasy.
The dancing roe of flowers,
tall and supple, swaying
with yellow heads of gold as
light and soft as snow-flakes
forget their troubles. Oh,
forget me not!
Or will we be forbid to
love by some imperious
and brutal ministry of
fate? Just smile at me as
a secret code to read of
hope and love.
Upon a bed of grass I
lie and say I need not
your touch to warm my seeds and
sprout my wings to fly to
the sun and on. I lie, for
I need you.
You make me dance upon an
orange beach. What drips from
your lips is light, like juice from
peaches, falling into
the ocean, turning it a
purple-blue.
O wondrous smile filled with
warmth and love and mystery,
grace me with your honey-light
that fills the world with
its laughter. I can see it.
Do I dream?
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