I counted a few breaths. The tree stretched out

I counted a few breaths. The tree stretched out
its branches in the sky, the pointless Sun
described the colors of the clouds. She asked
the color of my thought, disclosed emotions

with her lips and tongue. The moving words
gathered themselves as weather, the birdsong
tested intervals in the shade of river oak.
She asked a question and the moving library

obscured its meaning. I examined her posture
and the measure of her breast, the rising tide
of the water in her oceans, the round vowels

and austere consonants. I forget the number
of stars that hung in the sky, the milky light
that exposed her mystery in the smudged mirror.