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Highway Man

he dipped lip to
cup tasting the honey
this sweet honey on the rocks of plenty

oh here was more to be touched
more mystery on the sip
he dipped could it be?

she gives him shelter
as shadows form around
he holds his own true love
she hears the trot of red clad

riders, the men of Saint James;
and he the hunted highwayman
shelters in her bower

'at dawn I must ride'
'you will ride me, none other'

astride then he takes her-rides her
deepening into honeyed hunger

' I shall love you always-forever'

'Beware of always' said her Prince

' I leave now so I may outrun red
riders
craft precedes coincidence'

'I shall return to your bower'
I've to ride across the border
I must strike by night,
dirk and silver pistols
in the heather of my lowlands
Each hour calls me to my crime
to see you is to love you for all of time'

'I'll return again fair Ruby I'll come by night
'And I shall bring silver, gold a plenty'

' to see you is to love you forever
For Nature made you what you are
And never made another.'

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