Without your body the fresh green leaves seem so

Without your body the fresh green leaves seem so
removed of life. Without your body the libraries
revolve like heavens, the stars form curving letters
above the horizon. Without your body the bluejays
sing mysterious songs, the irises are growing
toward the light. O how the Moon moves quietly
through the wet leaves! O how my love has waxed
like the light of a turning satellite! Lover, without
your body I cannot live! How might the stars move?
How might the bayous have the water that holds
the sky in its reflection? Lover, your body
is the air and clouds and the changing weather
expresses your spirit. Without your body
the infinite may never be apprehended.