you think of me)

all in the body, inside my body

cured by falling snow
or by rain dropping through a door

friendly, like old world flamingoes
flowers in a primitive landscape

goodness is invisible
making use of fate to find your face

outstretched arms a steady lake
clear mind already unselfish

sufficiently cryptic
neutral eye of heaven

enable us to see both poise and energy

we are ourselves, our own virginity
sensuous, washable, a casual nexus

to love more this life
I think of you