Flower of sunlight.
Flower of water.

Myself:      Was that you, with ******* of fire,
                         so that I could not see you?
She:           How many times did they brush you,
                        the ribbons of my dress?
Myself:     In your sealed throat, I hear
                        white voices, of my children.
She:           Your children swim in my eyes,
                         like pale diamonds.
Myself:      Was that you, my love? Where were you,
                         trailing infinite clouds of hair?
She:            In the Moon. You smile? Well then,
                         round the flower of Narcissus.
Myself:      In my chest, preventing sleep,
                         a serpent of ancient kisses.
She:           The moment fell open, and settled
                         its roots on my sighs.
Myself:      Joined by the one breeze, face to face,
                         we did not know each other!
She:           The branches are thickening, go now.
                         Neither of us two have been born!

Flower of sunlight.
Flower of water.