The air you breathe

The air you breathe encroaches

The throat is mine I know the neck

Wind is my enemy your hair shant stir

Under his strong impulsive kiss

The rainbow's foot is not more apt

To have the centaur lover

So steal her not O goat-legged wind

But leave but still adore

For if the gods would love

They'd see with eyes like mine

But should not touch like I

Your sweet inducive thighs

And raven hair.