Darling Mignonette,
Your radiance of love—
Permeates my being
To a mystic adoration;
Darling where is
The dew on your lips?
When will we snuggle
In the precious embrace
Of poetry—
I am so lonely without
The furnace of your breasts—
When will I cascade poetry
Amongst the sweet valley
Of your thighs—
When will I immerse
In the fountain of your
I m eager to make
Love to you—
Let’s swim in the
Sea of love.