A scent sweet in the air, of
hair the gold of cornflower.

Flour the body of sweet rolls, and
roles of lovers you and I.

Eye that thankful for sight, to
site your body next to mine and here.

Hear tell your voice to wear, for
where your song I have a need.

Kneed please my dreams of night, as
knight lance for you I raise.

Raze my barriers to free a hole, then
whole we join and sole.

Soul married at last as one, we
won and now heaven sent.