She moves through the room like a quick dream
and I hear the floor's virtue. Her soft body
inhales the air and the scriptural lines
of her breast rise and fall. The broad library
of her being sings around me and between
the branches of the trees. I feel the dry
weather of the autumn, her eyes are wine
and body bread. The way she moves the candy
in her mouth and eats it, the mix of iron
in her blood. My vision is getting blurry,
I wipe my eyes. I want her to be mine
among the air. I wonder about the vanity
of the Sun or the sovereignty of love,
I wonder if this is only a quick dream.
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