Where She Breathes

I love Your delicate shadow
its weight upon my breath
in the evening.

At such times
I am consecrated
like the earth at sunset.
I am given over
like a maiden to a wise lover.

But come the ravenous depths
of the hunting night
I am a passion too heavy
to be held by flesh alone.

I must be the air
You draw within You.
Taken into Your blood
and ardently trampled

into moans of light.