A moment of happiness,

you and I sitting on the verandah,

apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

We feel the flowing water of life here,

you and I, with the garden’s beauty

and the birds singing.

The stars will be watching us,

and we will show them

With your love’s small hands

a spirit is rebuilt,

bedrock

to cloud-crowned summit

the royal earth rises,

fountains up,

spills over, climbs

the ladder of itself -

an upscape;

an outscape -

a mountain fills

a void upon the earth…

This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;

At first instance, to break away from breath –

first step, to renounce feet;

To disregard this world, to see only that which you yourself have seen I said, “Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers,

“On gazing beyond the range of the eye,

on running into the alley of the breasts.”

Whence came this breath, O heart?

Whence came this throbbing, O heart?…

Oh, there are eyes that he can see,

And hands to make his hands rejoice,

But to my lover I must be

Only a voice.

Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,

And lips whereon his lips can lie…

From the womb

of bliss

the gentle lips

were born -

generous unions;

paired magics;

magnets

for their own

ripe kind…