Leaves

 

Tempt me with thy garland hair

Take me to thy darkened lair

In lap of thine, will I incline

And drink of thee thy holy wine

 

Into thy bosom, silky grail

I’ll take my pleasure, setting sail

Upon a  sea of rising eaves

I’ll feast upon thy honeyed leaves

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