I am looking for you,
shy bride
hidden in the reeds of dark rivers...
sea shell ears
peeking through yellow grasses,
feet sliding in the foam:
your fingers troubling the waters;
the palms of your hands calming them,
undressing your body in the sun.
There is no want in you,
no desire but to love,
hidden as you are in yourself;
unknown to all
but the radiant God.
I'm spilling wheat flour
on a stone
to write love letters for you
under the sky;
I'm working with the wind...
The rain softens my poem,
and the sun bakes it
to make a small tart
for your mouth.
When you taste it, you taste me,
as the fragrance of yourself
explodes in your mouth.