My New Spring!

We ran into each other's arms every time, at the meeting place. Our feverish hands wanted each other. Our smile shone with drops of tears of joy. Your kisses on my hair became a crown of poppies on my head. Every time, at the meeting place: it became spring, with meadow and flowers beneath our feet. You were plucked petal by petal! You took flight: but you did not leave! You took flight and built your nest in me. O startled gazelles O meadow O tulip O flower O newly risen green shoots: a woman with a tray of poppies on her head, wanders in this city, intoxicated still!...