Multiples of flurrying life
Dancing on the country green
My hands warmed of the cup,
And the company of your chest,
I slept by the fire all night
I am all woman and untangled muscles
You stand bare and newly awake at the window
Blinking,
And I cannot tell who is doing the reflecting
The lawn,
Or the aventurine
That through which you see the world
That from which the most subtle gaze
Unfastens me