Her Voice and Her Eyes
She touches my arm and the gate swings open
on fields of songbirds and leafy glimmers of God.
When Orion watches her turn in the moonlight
to me, he bows his head and weeps.
If hooves clatter in the depths, and above the clouds
angels whisper, I hear only her sighs.
The secret of her kisses is the secrets she carries.
We're two waves entangled like one.
O source of all that cannot be and must not die,
grant us two eternities and we'll need two more!