Curving up the tree trunks,
peppered with letters and vines,
are pebbles cast across the skin
where blushing ripples side
And sleep will not descend here,
not as I know it should
The wrinkled sheets, they writhe and burn
Oh siren in the woods
Her shriek will pierce the silence
beyond the shallow glow,
of windows borne by shadows,
where dimming lights are low
So overflow, banks overflow!
Overwhelm and overflow!
Build and burst from coast and shore,
these blushing seeds we sow