I love you in your secret chambers
of doubt & desire--
in the sad & melancholy gesture
deepening at times the hazel blossom
in your eyes, when the sweet pangs
of sophistication beget a deep longing
in your heart,
in the last golden glimmer in your glance,
before the world dissolves & you enter
the dark mystery which is your real life--
your undisclosed secret soul,
in the gentle quivering of your body,
when the starlit night seems to seep
into your skin, & words well up in your lips
stirred by an incomprehensible dream,
in the fragile cadences of your voice,
as you struggle with the memory of a dear,
dear someone who has departed early & exists
now only in the satin chambers of your heart,
in the softly moaning rivers flowing from
your mouth in full moonlight as your body
blossoms in the night like some rare,
splendid flower of desire,
in the velvet slumber after fire,
w/limbs & arms entwined
& soft breathing in the dark,
I love you, yes--
in all the myriad, immeasurable gestures
which reveal the unvanquishable miracle
of your secret self.