"
s
o
r
t
o
f
b
r
e
a
t
h
i
n
g
thing
breath gulping leaves
you
stand sternly sweet
(in night you do)
y
o
U
stand neatly
between heaven
and aching dirt
you heave an errant sigh
and thrustward falling
eaves you mingle pinkly
(your heart stammers)
between beauty
and i arrive on your
naked impossible skin
m
y
own
skin
and sweat
r
i
g
h
t
into
your
clefted heap
my ardent
sting
'