For these flowers would still bloom for you, even in concrete.
I call this alchemy,
I call it magic,
My soul is knit, and the entire tapestry
is a single feeling of complete.
this must be how God feels.
of what use is the universe if I cannot breed your warmth?
this is where I have put my breath, in your petals, lily,
in your petals,
twin moon to my world
i have cast my nets into the sea that is your eyes,
& I’d remain ashore,
you who is air, end & a cluster of flowers burst in rain,
I would throw your name into the afternoon wind,
stretching it into the corners of places distant,
I would say I love you in different tongues,
I would write it on your tongue.