apple-blossom opens wide
Under the pallid moonlight's
fingering,
I see your blanched face
at my breast, and hide
My eyes from diligent work,
malingering.
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden,
where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms
as they straw
Their beauty for his taking,
boon for boon.
And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguishe [...] (am
16.05.2012 13:19via He B.)
