The Woman I love is a forest of enormous whispers
and her tongue smooths the petals after rain.
Her finger dreams of a garden and it is Spring.
A fast car lathers the mist like milk beneath a breast.
The puppy sleeps on top of a pink dress drooling
and a man said Think about cooking honey
delicious sausage beautiful luscious eggs please,
essential shadows drunk as diamonds in a sweet storm.
I take my cry and sing delicate girl what about this thing.
Can I leave the gift with you, swim
through peach and fiddle, chant and shine?