Deliverence

Deep within the sylvan grove
Draped in columbine and hyssop
Sylphid beckons dark haired god
To sleep within the glory-of-the-snow

Smoky whispered invitation
Violet throated passion promise
Like sweet racemes she falls before him
Dulcet bells entreat him home

Tongue glazed mute by Annu's niveous breasts
Coralline tipped with roseate gilded bud
Rime riche rustlings echo ancient rites
Earth-star sighings burst in powdery opulence

Divested of her foliose raiment
She is Cybele, forest goddess on wing singing
Stirring Dionysis to lustral abandon
Melting the pale horse snows where desideration slumbers