Sleep: the time's not yet; Early birds soon crowing Wake when dawn declares Woman risen from childish airs I watch, across the room; Dancing shadow, torch outside Lights path down cobbled lane Which I have walked, will walk again
Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana Names to conjure fragrant danger Fingers tremble, trace the line From nape to sacrum down the spine
Poisoned prize a trophy Freely taken, hardly won A minute, holds back hours Bud emboldened, forest flowers Moist under my hand She sleeps; breath comes quickly A sigh parts silky lips Soft-swell breasts, proud golden tips
Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana Names to conjure fragrant danger My fingers tremble, trace the line From nape to sacrum down the spine
Sweet sadness fills my heart Offered chances best not taken Unsullied, no vain glory: Chapter, verse, another story Brushed eyelids gently closed Beauty framed in dawn-light Savored moment blessed A kiss, farewell, and leave to rest
Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana Names to conjure fragrant danger My fingers tremble, trace the line From nape to sacrum down the spineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
