Bottom no more tears from you dear charm.
Sweet night's strange vespers steal
her lips as silken feathers spin
Sweet charm, let me kiss you a gentle one
too soft the flutter of a butterfly
Evensong, rising top-down on a plume of
mornings turned silverleaf air.
Sing charm, let once more a song
of kisses brush up your sleeping eyes
Wan compline finds evening's sand
beneath the eyes of even Angeles.
Strange charm to Angels i attribute you
candles and sandlewood matins betide
a wash of kisses over yours and charm.
- 1997
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