Silky Pillows and Scented Down

"Like a man at war who's mind whose thoughts are zigzagging now suddenly he's in bed with his loved one we weren't expecting that god knows to a better to be deep pillowed in silk and scented down where love throbs out in blissful sleep pulse night of pulse and breath to breath where hushed awakenings are dear" "I've a rendezvous with death at midnight in some flaming town when spring trips north again this year and I to my pledged word am true I shall not fail that rendezvous so he's in bed with his love at the end. meadow flowers appear right last stanza and now we go somewhere else," she said.