Exhortation IV

Courtesan rays slip through saffron robes
undaunted  countenance persists
past spuriously puffed up wares
burying a man alive
 
Protect me from this sea
drown out in apprehension
unscrupulously seizing me
 
Engulf me in a mere chestnut gloss
where the specters lie in wake
loop your thrum against my form
and pleasure you may take
 
°as the night rests so shall we
and in morning a love will rise