The night winds, so big, grow small when you sigh, So full is your breath of their sowing, Even the sea's necklace of rocks cannot measure you In your camisole, although they measure the sea. 5 A vastness resides in your glances As if all the earth swung in one dew-bead. Your body has the lustrous strength of a horse Thundering on the midnight headlands. I look near you, around you, searching for edges, 10 Sides, spaces, but you are edgeless and endless, The sweet air that lets me hymn praises within her. Your foundations are final beneath and above me. I am flung into you like a golden rope And never feel myself falling. You are the mast 15 Oceans dissolve to arrive at. My island, female As the deep scents of the jacaranda Each night holds open to kiss you.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.