Eerie not chalk but some beam
To play a path in between
Of milky-esque ooze an opaque gleam
Sheaf and shim and softly shod
Her hair not unlike old man fingers
To run along the old river fence
Sung for rum and dumb shivers
Fall now cotton flesh devious
This announced her
To me I could but stare lascivious
Winged about the molten edges
Hearts delicate steamy boilers
Brought my own coal grub soul
To the ebbing breezy light dashes
Dashed airs cloudy moon hat
Tipped gracefully to
Clumsy feet to fall quick flat
She plays caprices this flute song
To waft along the cottage run road
A god's craft of mystic arts repine
Roam the dark and dank passages
Nearly so danced her skirt flews
Playful thighs cleansed
This kindliest night is old news
Hand the errand, along the road
Upturned faces the water spies
Sincere by lips and bodily shy
Her earnest kiss to be too severe
