THE SEAL

Kiss me with thy mouth

For I desire it, better than wine.

Your arms are my rejoice,

For I have searched of such,

Soft petals among thorns.

Your skin sendeth forth

The smell dearer to me than riches.

Stay by my feet, your hand under my head,

For I am sick with love.

The voice of my beloveth

Is calling me to secret places :

“ Arise and come allay.

I shall feed upon your lilies,

Until day break…and shadows flee away. ”