At this princely time in my renaissance life,Draped with my fear of deep water. You circle me and I swim in you. With all your world in flower, Overwhelmed by the smell of your blossom, And you thank me wholly for offerings at your alter. Deaf to the dog in my trousers, walzing in your kalidoscope world. Leave the country, If you will, I will savour the musk of your skin. In memory of our time our love, My tongue tied to yours.