Your voice wakes me from fog and wandering
. . . . your champion and lover....
And rings in harp chords of angel choirs
A Goddess come on hot slippery sunbeams attending
My golden heart and champion’s spirit
At home in your hands and healing hold
Squeezing all the love out of my timeless selfless
Squeezing my pleasure principles in jazz improve perfection
Squeezing me in arms of silky downy comfort
My arms like punishing Mars my legs like winged Mercury
Made quiet and still at the insistence of angels
And Goddesses who surround and assist your sweetness
As slathered in honey I lay helpless in love with you
Your kindness, your heart and soulful Oneness
. . . . with the great love, of all things...
You sing sweet lullabies of love to me