.
Wet welling from earth  .  .  .
Deep valleys, hills, sweating *******,
  .  .  .  I plung into her.


We are lost at sea  .  .  .
In moonless night our soft cries,                                                           ­            
Curled waves drowning us.


Above her in bed  .  .  .
Little breaths lifting our bodies,
Eyes, fingers, dreaming.


Her green eyes are set,
Jewels from sargasso seas,
My ghost ship is wrecked.


Her long hair tangles  .  .  .
No struggle in rising— then,
  .  .  .  We are rapt in bed.


Her eyes blinding me,
Milky way of her body,
  .  .  .  There is a heaven.


In forest we taste  .  .  .
Each other in evergreens,
Hot dews on the moss.


Blissful time kissing  .  .  .
My bare thighs sink into hers,
  .  .  .  Running sands so quick.


As olive or grape  .  .  .
So shed, paired souls are threshed,
  .  .  .  Out of their bodies.


Hummingbirds share truths .  .  .
Nature sounds with all sweetness,
  .  .  .  Bee in the flower.


Always in a field  .  .  .
Wild flowers— a bunch to pick,
  .  .  .  Herself a bouquet.


In the park we walk  .  .  .
Flocks of white birds taking flight,
  .  .  .  Two hearts light as air.


We kissed under moon  .  .  .
Pox of stars grew flowering,
  .  .  .  Nightshade of her lips.


She took me to bed  .  .  .
Skinned in bliss— was reborn, lost,
  .  .  .  In her satin folds.