Tippling from hide-brimmed stem Down lineal veins to ancestral core Opening out in her supple tan
Limbs like fresh foliage in the sun
See how entangled in the magic
Maze of music In trance she trads the intricate Pattern rippling crest after crest To meet the green clouds of the forest
Tremulous beats wake trenchant In he heart a descant Tingling quick to her finger tips And toes virginal habits long Too atrophied for pen or tongue
Could I, early sequester'd from my tribe free a lead-tether'd scribe I should answer her communual call Lose myself in her warm caress Intervolving eart, sky and flesh