I remember the meeting of our lips Where the honey drips Like dew from a hibiscus morning Your tongue was a bud And I a bird suckled there for my thirst O crescent moon shaped wings Parting the silver stream of words The ivory teeth like keys sing still For the ebon’ temple of my eyes. When shall they worship that form again Your breasts like ships on waves Rising in the sunset of my expectations? When shall their soft folds cushion more My sleep to dream of you? Thirsty once, My eyes drank their delicious beauty in Despising the gospel testaments of sin, They were the cradles where I keep desire. O woman that is more than lips, hips Or blossoming breasts to me O woman whose eyes made me skip Rehearsed phrases from memory All thy beauty and thy form agree To sing your inner pedigree You hallowed gift to all humanity My love is covenanted to the best in thee.