Ostara goddess Eostre rules the dance
She tends her lovers’ hopes in red clay earth
The witches’ turning wheel reveals the chance
To bring the flesh explosion love and birth
Before the dawn, desire awakens lust
The moon is full and washes silver land
His kiss is pure in perfect tender trust
Her tulips parted in his gentle hand
The spring is brilliant crystal morning dew
His gifted fingers digging to her flesh
His seed is passion pushing rich and true
And in that wave of glory do they mesh
A bounding leap of rabbits through the grass
Connecting carnal, every lad and lass.
