Cupped Hands Spell

cupped hands spell of ties unbroken
clasped on my locus a wistful token
sift thru the loriel hour
alight, delicately wrought away
the images pinned upon scrolls of thought
am I to warm? Am I to bleed?
morrow prithy fair you to me bring
a royal purple, a burning red
a green grown wild of stem and blade
as clever as snakes, as innocent as doves
painted in you, my twin mother child love
hidden in the stealthiest grasses unseen
time trickers we aside this upturned tree
a leafy wreath for your petalled head
a grassy crown for me
as naked we lay newly cleaved
sewn at the outer stitched place of our grace
a root reaching pliant thru our base
pulled taut form of white smiling palm
turned upwards and thin so to walk well upon
all deeper hues on the insides we knew
pulsing wave ocean vein
skin covered earth and dew
all silvered smooth in gloriole's imbue
thimble and thread
of my true lovers loom
sun setting amber far over the sky
and evening has waxed us all in laurea
arranging flowers: heart and star meshed
a petal fall all in your hair on your breast
a garlanding mantle, trestle and stave
loping tacitly our caroly glade
of royal purple, of burning red
of green grown wildly wherever we bed
as clever as snakes, as innocent as doves
cradled in you, my twin mother child love.