Beyond your name came a love absolute
Neither trick nor gesture could prove this truth
But the height length and breadth of fields & countries—
O, oceans I would traverse! What yields me to you?
Like two rocks pressed—
We magnetize
If seasons shall blow us
South as migrant flocks
We both shall plunge
If just one in flight may fall
What sweetness to descend & reach;
the varied pitch of madrigals
What peaks! To find the surprise voices that rose within
My chest sinks to my insides where posies appear
At the touch of you—I invert you—inside out of me
like a kirtle I have swallowed in the cold
you are the fragrance
of purple-
Black
Oval
Berries
From my myrtle
You came to be the wool on my eyes
As you pull me into your rumination
My skin emits steam into the cold
Until coated
In the heat
Of your black gaze your gold
In permanent Spring we are perennial buds
From a perpetual night sky protrude these fine studs
That glister as beads trickle
Down your purple-black
& move me to speak in words I do not understand,
but love
Soaring uncovered regions to sing
As high as a morning eagle
You move
Possessed
By necessity
By love
Of broad wings
Lifting
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