With her by your side, and yours by her brow
A Summer's Day Film we can both agree
Though this I lack; Be un-promised for now
My Wing-Fingered Life sheds yours to be Free
So by this Hour the Sun-God installs
And flips his Countenance with that of Yule
So now it's the Season; And crispy leaves fall
Remind her of Age and Faces a-new
Now. She is yours. Dig deeply onto her
Leave no Restraints. Absorb her Essense bloom
For shrill delight your Tan-Shine's price confer
And Angel the New Name makes for New Room.
Such Picnic, then, was worth your scented fun
Cross her Lips with yours; And ignite the Sun.