Nameless, she dares her lover's secret kiss
softly, tenderly, tinkles a gentle rainfall.
Rainfalls down the chimney, how her senses sizzle
She calls - come. This solstice at the owl, call.
Like those embers that fizzle
back to full burning flame.
'Burst with desire, my darling I-entreat you.
Arrive - when I whisper your secret name.'
She begs yet more of his - edifying passions.
'O emanate now' my love, fan my blue coals.
'Come—sojourn, my mysterious, silent one.
Here, where stillness reverberates and moans.'
Yearnings of the longest day and night:
She calls - come. Darling, you are such a delight.
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