That smell of forest flower
Wearing green and judgeless sun
With padding feet approaches my way
And casts itself o'er the day.

Linen grasping at the buttons
Of a closéd jacket woven soft
In skipping threads pulls her free
Performing satin skin for me.

Hands before the eye's intent
Nuzzled smooth in living games
Close about my turning neck
And butterfly kisses deftly fleck.