These are the dreams we left on love's blue pillow
under the film of time

They are lighter than the forked ends of tree branches
shaken by the morning wind

They are the shadows of your neck, a silken arch
around which beauty climbs and glitters

They are you standing before me, breathing so, panting,
as stars weep around your head like yellow goddess eyes

They are the other whole unexplored forests of your body
shifting in gentle upright movements

They are the wind crying of love and the senses that
turn its thousand powers into music