Friend we met neath firery moon
Thou by fragrant tree as night rolled along by rivers tune
Strangers neath starry light lured to thee as bee to scented tree
In moons slivery light thy limbs milk-like white
An omnipresent form diffusing beauty bright
Metaphor of youth and yearning
Neath the yellow eye burning
My soul did soar
On thy femininity my thoughts did implore
Is your cunt hairy