Love’s Riches

The sun goes to nightward at your bright return;
The sky, it grows darker as your gray eyes burn;
The wind’s kicking higher and the stars twink weak
As walk you on up, now, with the wealth I seek.
With lipfulls of kisses you scatter red gold;
Your hands love’s true treasures give my hands to hold.
The vault of your body ‘gainst my body sways
And squeezes out profit in quietest ways.
The dark is all-glowing with minting of love—
Full life-dollar coined in the fusion thereof!
Rare one-of-a-kind is our glory tonight,
Worth more than the sun and its world of light!

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