she
sings with her—oh—smiling
lips

blood crimson streakings dance in hair,
as curves give way to lush—oh—hips

that sway
     in ways
ob
scene;
i swear

to feel her clutch—
  and feel it oft
you shall

if gentle with her be
you then—a touch so(silken)soft
which angels
cannot
hope
to see.

oh
tinkling bells which burst out
from

a heart both kind (and,joyous,too)
this laughter, which strikes poets dumb
where endless smiles […]