in the dark I find you coiled,
a brassbound muddle for plaintive eyes
embarking we seek the green corridor --
you slide clammy bones round my neck
and I chase waves of a gaze unspoken.
we scamper through the cold willow wood
your wrist swings as you stomp, hollow and blue
I linger to notice the skin behind your ear --
you smile and ask, Are you awake?
At last, I whisper, to dusk unbroken.
we find ourselves slip, tremulous,
along the dimpled mountain pass and
overturn meadow where wet dawn clings to boot --
your sweet, cold breath clouds my eyes
and I lie entangled in your vines, beheld.