Sapphire Skies

I drop a little volume from my hand:
The poems did their office; every verse
Has keyed my thoughts to harmonies you planned;
And now, it seems, expect me to rehearse;

Your presence could suffuse my being like
Fleece-lined clouds upon this glorious day;
The cheerful hum of bees will never spike
The buzzing of the toy that's here for play;

I seem to be quite wet, but there's no rain
To wash away the apple blossoms' scent;
You told me I must come - you made it plain;
And I will cry out loud, so you're content;

Then I'll look up to smile at sapphire skies,
When all is calm and still between my thighs.