Your smile a Shadow and Shade Be
Drawing me closest to God's Art.
Fear I not again, the Heat or Sun I See,
Burning through my Soul and Heart.

Thine Eyes with fire a motion sets,
Clinging me to springs of unseen Force.
Lo!!, A battle on the field of Seths,
Till to your rings I bring a dozen Horse.

From all the cities your glittering Soft Skin,
Has but layed me in its milky paths.
Where's thy nurturing Roots or nearest kin??
Mayest thou help me with Tis maths,

Of How a Son born with Indian Sweets,
Massaged through his Skin and tasty Lips,
Could melt my heart and Ice my Feets.
Now, from your wells I plea endless Sips..

If thou were to be a thousand Battles,
I would graciously go without mutters.
Thee are like honey from bees mantles,
I, your niche and Hive to mouth all Flutters..