I

I tremble before your holy gown,
I tremble before your bridal dress,
Whether brought up or brought down
Or kept, I've states one to confess,
My sweet clavicled bust, my white key
To happiness locked low in me.
My virgin kore, portion of heaven,
My cloud nine, great seas seven.

II

Why, if it be so, have Aheiah
Given amidst are held hands - hark! -
The boldest see of the boldest seer?
The mean of the rainbow portal'd arch,
The marriage fit for union itself
Of heaven and earth's eonic wealth.

III

My God! how long the angel'd isle
And the chamber organs starry bars.
'Ere the time will come for your concile
In precious love no-ones but ours.
Your body I can see winter bleached
And summer caramelized. Sweet peached
Butts too in posed pelvic slant.
This isle in dimming those powers can't.

IV

Unpreened hangs hair autumnal blonde
In tufts alining your unkissed chin,
Rosy mouth and blessable eyes fond,
As symmetry of rainbow curves will twin.
You're under my chin, I under your spell;
Both over with shame in over night quell,
Clasp, envelope, much like rabbits
Breeding loosed virginity's echoes.
Your all fours beside mine, made habit,
Roofing animally with neck those
Nurtures, all neck's worthy beneath,
Of body's coy balletomane seethe.

V

Please be the kind coil serpentine
About my soul - not about my body.
Be light leashed to mass, as said Eintein;
Because when I here of you, Noddy,
I'm struck by the third person, the "she",
Word tempting invisiblity.

VI

Do water and wait in your vast gardens
Of little insights budding aghast,
And sleep in dream-stained bed til pardons
Time your love-tendered heart so chaste.
And I'll meet and make sternum's shard
Ignite 'tween little tits hands bra'd.

VII

Your honey childish hair I'll comb,
Your face I'll hold when mouth I kiss,
Your mouth stroke when your dreams I roam
With feather-tipped see of my iris.
I'll give you all if you just abide me.
If you sit, walk and die beside me.

VIII

Noddy, your naked body's brink
Of being taken, with knelt peach in feet,
With squeezed thigh's upsilonic crotch sink,
And putty flesh of boy-tannable sleet,
Makes for a great fulfillment, peiced
By your collor dove-wings far west and east.
And nervous love's absolute heave
Where flat knavel and ribs sleek leave
No grain of ugliness. But the coffer
Of breath, the bossom, in contract
Affects your playful breasts out-offer
With these hands tug of waist-line's act
Of arching the spine, as though to join
Your tipped back head with pouted butt's coin.
Oh the fumous friction of this chest
When front brought down on mine, weight pressed.

IX

Now, Noddy, splay your hands like seems
That split and let out radient beams,
And I'll place this ring on swan-like douse
Of beautiful hand on lithe of wrists.
Let this be the covenant engaged, the vows,
That we're prooved end of eternal trist.


-godo