perfusion

the trees were sparkling in the distance

 

and what she gave to me,
what she gave to me,
was her life;

more than example
she perfused me with her qualities,
her aura, the essence of her vitalness; she transformed;
more than illustration, than touch:
perfusion

 

the trees were dancing
all around us
the slate and ivory birds circled
beating their wings
their hearts
small and fierce with joy

 

she never gave gifts she declared that clutter of demonic lives the lizards came from the sea to be near her I waited for the night anticipating the stars as they discerned that she was there