in my body where yours slept around me
like the gold grass hollow
deer leave in the morning meadow
or the curve of a white rib
beached on the rocks
I carried back to admire
along the path to my door
A tenderness is yours I feel for
the mountain which centers my life
We are wary of old words used
to describe these circles
We awaken at dawn leave each other dreaming
slip into the wild edge where reason fails
your branches shelter
mine flower