For Thee I have sworn to render from the sovereign sun a soul's worth; burnished by oblivion's tongue and stars uncursed ... a bounty of beloved life; once spun then unmade, and cunningly reversed. a song sung. a belle play. a bell rung.
For Thee, I measure the Night's dark, by hand - and Love by mouth... I come to heap sweetness upon the waters - of your thighs, and glide bidden to the hilt of your Delta like the mighty Mississippi to a blind oyster... for there; I cloister - in the Secret Gardens of your Restlessness like an untamed priest.