from a breath
another came
a wheel beneath the potter
a dream where once
I danced
and you reclined

beneath a bed
of evening stars
watching as I spun
round about
a lazy winter down

kisses
where each planet
grew
black against
your shining
a single song
whereby I learned
my name

come
and I’ll remember you
when days are
gathered near
when nights I reach
to find
the place
we made

. . .