Kisses kun be prayers
Whun lips know how ta warship
Feeling divinity is a play whare
Skin is baptized bi waters of a Living Sea
And the orifice in each Ark
Moves beyond artifice – towards arte
With simplicity, tryst, und yarning.

When harts
Play an hounds muv fervently
Lathered hainds cum canticles
As tha softness ah inner lips
Is hallowed buy each withsum, witchsun kiss
As trumpets un sparm-spun bugles blow
Cock-rustlery songs ahh spring!