I creep a hearts night breathe
Through the wind grass
Creeping upon damp
Rain calmed stones;
Cloud moon veils
Sweet liquorish riches,
Soft skins of shadow
I spy a circle of girls and stones.
What elixir flooded this gaggle?
Of grape women
Their bellied ardour
Soft wood fire pallor;
Rain tranquil flickering
Lusty tumultuous calves
Gaunter where ghouls,
Swap dank wintry kisses
Drunk on polishing smooth ivory.
The bleached skull trophy
That held her thighs
In permanent agony
Drumming out noise;
Leather faced nymphs
Cavort sprightly about
Those naked stones,
Writhing and chanting
"Tuatha de danann ' tuatha de danannĀ
Teranis booms in the grasses
Through the damp lashes
Night flesh thronging
With summery flowers;
Coiled about a brace
Lipped breast ecstasy,
Sucking upon Epona
To canter out, out of the stable.
A circle of dancing night flowers
Sulky scented succours
Chiefly fetish laughing
Mawkish tribal bodies;
Strange beetling gladness
Girlish twirls in timidity,
Lapping doggish tongues
Tilt howl yell, yolk and mulish.
A solitary dog weakly calls
The revel freezes
Each crude pose
Twisted by fire light;
Goose pimple eyes
Loose parted lips,
Faces like old teeth
A garrulous ode to naked stones.
