Sun makes the day new.
Tiny green plants emerge from earth.
Birds are singing the sky into place.
There is nowhere else I want to be but here.
I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.
We gallop into a warm, southern wind.
I link my legs to yours and we ride together,
Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives.
Where have you been? they ask.
And what has taken you so long?
That night after eating, singing, and dancing
We lay together under the stars.
We know ourselves to be part of mystery.
It is unspeakable.
It is everlasting.
It is for keeps.

                              MARCH 4, 2013, CHAMPAIGN, ILLINOIS

I loved you before I was born.
It doesn't make sense, I know.

I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see.
And I've lived longing 
for your ever look ever since.
That longing entered time as this body. 
And the longing grew as this body waxed.
And the longing grows as the body wanes.
The longing will outlive this body.

I loved you before I was born.
It doesn't make sense, I know.

Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse
of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes.
And I've been lonely for you from that instant.
That loneliness appeared on earth as this body. 
And my share of time has been nothing 
but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly. 
Your face fleeing my ever
kissing it firmly once on the mouth.

In longing, I am most myself, rapt,
my lamp mortal, my light 
hidden and singing. 

I give you my blank heart.
Please write on it
what you wish. 

translated by Sarah Arvio

To find a kiss of yours

what would I give

A kiss that strayed from your lips

dead to love

My lips taste

the dirt of shadows     

To gaze at your dark eyes

what would I give

Dawns of rainbow garnet  

fanning open before God— 

The stars blinded them

one morning in May

And to kiss your pure thighs

what would I give

Raw rose crystal  

sediment of the sun

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[Por encontrar un beso tuyo]

Por encontrar un beso tuyo,

¿qué daría yo?

¡Un beso errante de tu boca

muerta para el amor!

(Tierra de sombra

come mi boca.)

Por contemplar tus ojos negros,

¿qué daría yo?

¡Auroras  de carbunclos irisados

abiertas frente a Dios!

(Las estrellas los cegaron

una mañana de mayo.)

Y por besar tus muslos castos,

¿qué daría yo?

(Cristal de rosa primitiva,

sedimento de sol.)