Ishtar
Knock on the skyand listen to the sound
Next stop: Shangri-La
>Come slowly – Eden!
Lips unused to Thee –
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines –
As the fainting Bee –
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums –
Counts his nectars –
Enters – and is lost in Balms.
(Source: mysteriouslichen, via terramantra)