Gaily I shall go
Into the snare
Laugh with me
And fear not a
Thing. (Because)
Your muscles
Play a music
To my skin
In your arms
A glance by!
Wind disruption
Casts the dog of me
Into the sea
I'll rush if you
Would lip
Quiver. Run hind
Legged shaking tense
Little thing you
Bobbing bulb willow
Wind blossoming
Song
what then would I be
If thou were the moon
And I the sea