Sunday, December 10, 2006

She Comes To You Half-Dressed like Your Hands

When Your fingertips
become pure devotion
She will come to you half-dressed
like hands for your thoughts.

Nothing prepares you
for that deep touch.
Your skin suddenly knows
it can see and hear the light.

The sensation is not felt
it is feeling.

You are a prairie flower
eating the sun
to become starlight.