Bear the frost of night and cold,
Bear the burn and form of lust,
Taste the all raucous chill I bold,
Taste the song of fallen love I thrust;
Your damsel wings I'll overtake,
Bend th' branches of placid pleasure,
Your hearts unembitter'd walls I'll shake,
Upturn th' ground measure for measure;
Kiss me, I say. Taste new life-
These words puck and smack your pink lip,
Feel the weight apart from strife.
Letters, words, your mind's eye does sip,
Rush on your quiet mind bent together,
Words loud flown on silent feather.
