the coils of her cunning held him

She held herself a deep pool for him
And the shadows crying for him
He gathered himself in many dark waters
And the shadows crying for her
They took each other in shadow meetings
They held themselves in shadow songs
She coiled herself around him
With a ribbon of glass
And a rope of gold
The coils of her cunning held him
With rings of golden glass
With a moon of melting gold
With a mist of sunset ribbons

[Carl Sandburg {1878-1967} 'She Held Herself a Deep Pool for Him']