A lover slips into my weeping clay and creeps way thru my haze and hum, dense as the daring dew sat oer the humble throne of a red dawn, as ripple wakens on the wrinkled limp and yawn of nature , a virile guest flakes skin to an old sod placid in the mist, hung silent on the doves white breath assaulted to the wing of a certain kiss, in the mire of lament, pressed open again and again to the beguiled mother tongue, tempted on the glory of a quaint whisp and voice coming home on the ramble of wind, wished to the tame of milk and honey burst sweet to the fair light suckling on the apple of an eye, we trust trust we be steady free on the high wire of life's company