Shoshana Sleeping

Sleep, the time's not yet Early birds soon crowing Wake when dawn declares Woman risen from childish airs I watch, across the room Dancing shadow, torch outside Lights path down cobbled lane Which I have walked, will walk again Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana Names to conjure fragrant danger Fingers tremble, trace the line From nape to sacrum down the spine Poisoned prize a trophy Freely taken, hardly won A minute, holds back hours Bud emboldened, forest flowers Moist under my hand She sleeps, breath comes quickly A sigh parts silky lips Soft-swell breasts, proud golden tips Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana Names to conjure fragrant danger My fingers tremble, trace the line From nape to sacrum down the spine Sweet sadness fills my heart Offered chances best not taken Unsullied, no vain glory Chapter, verse, another story Brushed eyelids gently closed Beauty framed in dawn light Savoured moment blessed A kiss, farewell and leave to rest Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana Names to conjure fragrant danger Fingers tremble, trace the line From nape to sacrum down the spine