Sleep: the time's not yet

Early birds soon crowing

Wake when dawn declares

Woman risen from childish airs

I watch, across the room

Dancing shadow, torch outside

Lights path down cobbled lane

Which I have walked, will walk again

Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana

Names to conjure fragrant danger

Fingers tremble, trace the line

From nape to sacrum down the spine

Poisoned prize a trophy

Freely taken, hardly won

A minute, holds back hours

Bud emboldened, forest flowers

Moist under my hand

She sleeps; breath comes quickly

A sigh parts silky lips

Soft-swell breasts, proud golden tips

Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana

Names to conjure fragrant danger

My fingers tremble, trace the line

From nape to sacrum down the spine

Sweet sadness fills my heart

Offered chances best not taken

Unsullied, no vain glory:

Chapter, verse, another story

Brushed eyelids gently closed

Beauty framed in dawn-light

Savoured moment blessed

A kiss, farewell, and leave to rest

Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana

Names to conjure fragrant danger

My fingers tremble, trace the line

From nape to sacrum down the spine