You are open, white, willing,
The waiting, flashing, light-emitting
Quiet, your hands move sweetly and soft
And your hips move so befitting.
Your neck and shoulders like the overflowing cup
And I would drink with full intemperance
While feeding on your eyes of fire filled hazel
My soul locked, hypnotised in the hemp trance
And you sweet Olivia, fluid, flowing like the ocean,
As though you were written like cooling summer water
Shining as I read you in the shimmering pond,
I dive in to sink with Verzen’s daughter.