the sky when I lie on grass and open to the
silent beauty breathing over me.
I gaze into the bliss above and wish that it could
be that man so that he could enter me and
fill me with a thousand sunset-stars.
Prematurely sombre lovers, pale and jealous
from their lack of light, have wondered at
my private sadness that they could not
match the kiss of sky or make me
cry their name in love
because only sky
can touch me
there.