All in All

They ripple the many leaves in the wind on the hill: among the tall trees, close together, in the forest the forest that I from my window frame saw as still and bruise-blue. They ripple near me now before my eyes the thick leaves dancing left and right in the curtain of night under the skin of distances in the breaths of night, which carry your breaths round and round under my shirt over my body: the pulse of the galaxy of union the dancing world and thousands of stars shining and pure in the teardrop on my lashes a tear of joy after the distances. Hundreds of stars laughing wheel in my eyes eyes that I day and night saw as dark and black in the prison of the frame. Now before my eyes night prepares the sweet pomegranate seeds to be set in my empty hand; just as our bodies prepare our kisses to be set on each other’s cheeks, to be set on each other’s mouths through each other’s open lips; with long, spontaneous breaths in the bed of the summit and release in the meadow of love. — a playful colt in the green and borderless meadow. Your hidden river comes forward, all my dams it sweeps away, with all its melody pours into me. Night rolls over the forest: pure milky mist light-winged and soft rises enfolds the laden branches; space rippling in the long breaths of the forest and time dances; in the long breaths of two naked ones two bare ones in each other’s arms rolling over each other down to the bed of leaves; under the skin of distances outside the frame and near near like this...