Poem XXVI

You face speaks beauty
As a flower sings
In a sudden breeze.
Between your lips
Pass rhythmic breaths
The sounds of which
Surpass all eloquence.

(What passes between us
Renders speech useless)

Your eyes are pools of abundance
Pupils uncharted depths
Surrounded by a verdant fringe
First an oasis then a pit
Into which I fall and settle
Silent, content with falling.