Content love.

Lets content love- our lives the daily circle 'round the sun-
but content no more love
strive in thrill nor thrilling weep
all be as all was love- in sensation of the life unborn-
as was before love
only sleep!

What so wild and free- on the winds of change atwirling-
as words are?
in thrill for I and thou
in debate and strive- in ups and downs in termics curling-
as birds are
hawk on bough!

See the creature- with thine eye unfold apeeking-
through the shadows stalking
all the while the time we speak!
Hush and hide- in each others arms the seeking-
in close connect the talking
cheek on cheek!

Whatever could be so false and wrong- words that flow from lips unspoken-
so false as truth is
false to I or false to thee?
Where the poison- that leaves the souls abroken-
of the serpents tooth is
shun the tree.

Where the apple among the leaves- on the tree of Knowledge grits-
now reddens
never look for it or pry-
lest we loose our good- may loose our fruits and heritage-
and our Edens,
Adam and I.

Be a god to me in thrill- teach me the way divine-
and hold me
with a lingering charm!
Be a woman to me in thrill- let our love now intertwine-
and fold me
with thine arm!

Teach me ways of gods- the ways of joy and pleasure-
only teach, love!
As I to know ought
I will speak in truth- for all the gods to measure-
and thrill thy speech, love,
think thy thought.

Meet without a question- but ask whatever on thy mind-
if thou require it,
both of lingering demands,
laying in thrill- bound in thy magical bind-
my flesh and spirit
in thy hands.

That shall be the day- for us the earth shall stop spinning-
to come to-morrow
not the day to-day to-night.
I must for now- go back to this rocks beginning-
and bury sorrow
out of sight.

Must a strive with I- so I must a hesitant smile-
and little weep love
(Foolish me!)
and so in lingering thrill- in thy save arms and loving gile-
fall asleep love
loved by thee.