beside you
I am in late spring
all my petals
opening, quickly now,
no fear of frost
*
moss
that softens the rock—
your words
*
the mountain
also opens—
ask the sky
*
in the tall grass
a nest—
let’s meet there
*
before you find it
it finds you—
scent of wild rose
*
the world is, perhaps
drawn black and white—
still our blood so red
*
we both
orbit you,
the moon and I