Raw milk on thy sugar breast,
Dripping in cascades on silk fringes

Tresses of hair embraced by fire
And the sky under your eyelids
Shy is thy sunny smile …..

Of camomile thy crown
Of lime, two flowers as ear-rings
In thy bosom jasmine
And violets at thy waist ….

Staggering perfume,
woman,
Is really thee!
Wearing a bride’s dress.