New in true love, I’m eyes up at your feet
I cede to the trying lessons you teach
My ego; fragile as dead leaves in the street
When pressed too tightly I bruise like a peach.
I unpeel slowly, a hesitant bud
Standing in loose roots and taking new air
Mute as a body league deep in a flood
Or frenzied and caught as an entangled hare
As we learn how to say what and then when
As we tear down and restore and see how
Your cheek on the soft of my breast again
My lips on your hair, wiping your damp brow
Each other’s pupils, apple eyes the same
Let’s refine ourselves each in this shared flame.