Perihelion

It is as if the sun 

has chosen its place 

outside of the window 

to sing to me with light

that is what the morning brings 

calling upon the petals 

of yearning to unfold 

kissing open the lids of my eyes

while holding me 

in the arms of the day’s arrival.

Let us travel 

the causeways of the dawn

until our fingers can touch

until the exhalation, the murmur 

of your lips 

stirs my hair where it lies 

against the pillow 

the dark whorls descending 

beneath the mound of blankets

I am used to the solitude 

of my dreams 

where we can only see 

fragments of one another 

like satellites approaching perihelion 

and turning inwards

to gaze across the gap

see how my heart speeds

in its percussion 

hear how my breath catches 

when the field of your gravity

approaches.

Every hour of desire

is an hour of flowering 

feel how the rain-soaked earth

is ready to bring forth 

thousands of blossoms and shoots

tumbled like tangled emerald and peridot 

where the hand

of the Daughter of Spring

has caressed the garden.