Among the Leaves

At the speed of light, even faster without putting a key in the lock you pass through all my closed doors. The distances – like scraps of cloth under the sewing machine – you trim, you throw away; and then seamless body joins seamless body. In each other's arms we fall onto the bed. Your sweet lips lift up existence. Like the bird that lifts the dry pine needle from among the chaff sets it among the green leaves of the mulberry and makes of it a nest a nest for the flight of dreams and rousing songs in the crystal of the dawn air. You lift my being from among the chaff and lay me down in the silken bed of love with the language of the kiss every night every midnight crossing the dams and a thousand locked doors my love...