This evening I would like to save in a deep clay ***.

And soak myself in the silky whip of the air,
The light purple breeze and-
Any time I want!

I may comb through my hair
The creamy smooth sky,
And lather my skin
With the scent of approaching night.

Tickling, tangible, magic is nigh!
Scrub me with the budding stars,
Warm me in the setting sun,
And when I have been cleansed, nourished, and softened by this evening,

Drape me in the silken midnight that follows.
And I will gently tuck away
That deep clay ***.