My hands move into silk the green
silk with you under it
and you (this is where I kiss you)
stand against the morning the new
morning with the kiss of sun under it
(this is where you kiss me) you will
turn your gaze your brown-eyed
gaze with me under it
you will touch my (every every) lips my
lips to hold the precious
memory of their prayer
against your (every every) freckle
