Beloved, I took my body before dawn
And put it to bed alone
Where we rested an hour before spring.
But my body,
Asking no direction of me,
Rushed from its bed
And caught up the whole hill-side,
Hugging the earth in its arms,
Endlessly kissing the meadow’s face.
Then it flashed on me:
My body was the landscape
Embraced in flame.
Beloved, are you breathing spring?
Can you remember what seemed my voice?
Do you dare adventure to wonder
What held you so fiercely,
Endlessly kissing the flowers of you?
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