Crushing you've come, traipsing through
my fruits and flowers, to stalk after dark, my heart
disguised in scented garlands, your secret blood and art
do you think me cruel, maybe a fool, or maybe
just a lover of summer white moons
with stars and tricks and the air too hot
my mind is asunder, I've fallen under
hypnotic spells you weave
and now it's really
far too late
to leave