1. And slender of waist from behind him
I fled but found in opposing him

2. And he faced me with his face forward
With the edge of a sword and bare arm

3. So I kept squeezing his cheek
And plucking the ripe rose of it

4. I smell the violet of his temples
And a blossom that yellows his cheek

5. And thirstily I sip his saliva
So oh the coolness of my chest from it

6. And nothing to embracing except his stature
And nothing to the pillow except his neck