Leaping, Bounding, Springing

Drop by drop of dew, pure, limpid — on the bed of a leaf — lost in each other’s rapture, paired together, became one drop. One drop rolled onto the soil. Just so, my love, like us, deep in each other’s arms, rolled onto the carpet of the earth. Like us: drop by drop leapt from the stones, the scorching stones. Sprang from behind the dam, the cement dams. Evaporated, whirled in distant spaces, crept out, out of the rings of black cloud. Crossed the distance, the distance, ran, ran, running fell, drop by drop, into each other’s arms. Deep in each other’s arms, rolling on the earth. Pure, limpid, more than any diamond — just like us — lit up with sheer mingling in sheer love the dark bed of its leaf, the dark bed of its soil...