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?