As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
~ Song Of Songs

There is nothing in nature to compare
To my handsome Love, a man so rare

My Love is made tall, rugged and straight
Like the sheltering oaks at the edge of the lake

His hair falls round his face, soft, fine and dark
As velvet spanish moss on the live oak bark

Eyes dark and glowing with deeper mysteries
Than the oldest amber found in the seas

The beard on his face, so soft upon my skin
Softer yet than spring’s first bloomed catkin

Lips and tongue, both tease and beseech
Kisses sweeter than the ripest peach

Blissful surrender, I am his slave
Hard and strong like a rowan stave

His heart is strong, warm and true
Eclipses even the sun, breaking through

No, nothing in nature could ever compare
To my beloved, a man so rare

~ kei
November 2011