Nightflowers, after our sudden breath:
in your look the shadows of generous trees
between your fingers a clutch of grass torn
from the roots of eager life
at your feet the star-enclustered dew
and in your heart the snowflake shape of love.
Before the salmon dawn, leaping for us – that
was the sharp moment
we said our first true word, waking oh!
Around our world
I hear the creak of grassblades stretching
the forest approving. You and I can fly now
hand in hand into a woken time,
play with tongues of light
and the hunger of surprised skin.
Starting from silent darkness
fingers reaching blind for the new
we end my sweet speaking
Where convention holds court
we will swear we slept well – and hear the other truth
waking from such sleeping.
Roses have bloomed in our garden
we will never lack for flowers now
knowing truly how petals unfold.
And in the day, so knowing,
there is still in your laughing eyes the hint
of our enchanting