Where Oxlips Meet Poem by John Rickell

From the midnight wood
elfin beauty not of earth
moulded by another hand,
divine yet not of Heaven.
I am wake and cannot sleep
came to watch the stars
beside the pool reflecting
as daylight fades.
Did I sleep? I do not know.
She strode my body
naked innocence, not of earth
yet not of heaven.....
From the midnight wood
a world I scarce know,
I hear the badgers' gossip
their whispers tell me little,
enough to know there is a world
free of avarice and guilt
where oxlips meet in parliament
and bluebells chime the hours.
She stooped to kiss my brow
her breasts gave suckle to my lips
dark hairs beneath her arms
darker shades upon her thighs.
My will was gone, she bid me wait
guiltless took me to herself
such as this I never knew,
save in boyhood dreaming,
She took her fill of me
and rose.. one last glimpse,
dark hairs and innocence,
and was gone......