Under apple filled canopies
And lay you gently down
Over plush and risen earth
Would you give yourself wholly
As a lover flushed and fevered
Or still remain with sacredness
In reserved and white splashed silk
My cause may differ not to others
As with beggars from city and town
Yet still my thoughts reach for you
As arms from stem to sunshine
To catch your secrets
As I call your name
My love
My Mystery
mF
(C) MarkFlood2015
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