In You the Earth
rose so tiny,
at times so
small and naked,
I could hold you
in my hand,
as though I could take you like this
and bring you to my mouth
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips; you’ve grown.
your shoulders rise like two hills
your breasts pass over my chest
my arm barely circles the thin
line of the new moon that is your waist:
in love, like sea-water, you’ve come undone.
My eyes can scarcely measure the vast sky,
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.