The Poem About a Woman That Had a Title of Unwieldy Proportions

Your hands nest in your lap like doves
music of your laughter soars like a sparrow
rising to its home beneath the eaves of spring

Can I ever seek another land?
here I have built my cottage
bury me in your shadow

Bring me every flower and herb of May
every year you remain I will remain
the tiny petals swear this too

Scatter your berries in the clover
let the towering sky see your breasts
your hands wander to me gentle as fawns

You asked me if you have aged,
Yes my forest, yes my lonely windward shore
Yet years reveal only more of what I sought

Day and night beside you fill with gold
when sunlight needs a friend it falls on you
it hunts the amber and chocolate in your hair

When the air is haunted and sliced by pines
It surrounds you again, becoming whole
The stars each know you by a different name

When I was barren and without fruit
you sent a mission, an embassy of bees