as a bough is mighty
  languished aloft
just prancing about
  so gullible and flighty

hers’, here taken in jest
prized and tendered
softly surmised
head facing north, breast west

sultry but forlorn
enigmatic sternly, stanch
arise mightly nymph
          heaven’s first born

allured and made red
  foaming in strife
murmuring, giggly tick tock
humming bird like, toe to head

I’ve given all but prize
hence forth rattled
pursued with delight
left flatly, left back in a sullen surmise

I think back I’ll go
for tenderness lingers
safely treading once more to alight
  minute by minute I remember and know