Lover’s Eyes

Clasped like babe on breast to suck As ancient forces blind Cleave white and shadow one, That force of love to bind. Palm to lover’s palm conjoined, Those partnered dancing hands Fingers waltz in tandem drifts And leap across the land. Behold this gift from heaven With oaken pools for eyes Sunk deep into the forest Drip honey from his hives. Oh drown me in that syrup That comes from oaken pools Salty sweet my sweetheart’s tears I lap like waters cool. Affections drift like rainclouds Across a fickle sky But lover’s vows steadfast hold Through flood and parched land dry.