Do you stand at the window
because you are sky? Surely you skin
is woven light, bathed in boldest invitation.
And in all that sky, how will I find
your eyes and tell you there with mine
I want you? I will never lose your eyes,
your light. I will walk across the room in all
that I am. Will I take your hands? Will I
bury my lips in the hollow of your neck? Will I
pull by the small of your back your hips
into mine? I won’t say anything now.
You know too much and there is music.
When it is finished, I will jump
and you will catch me. Will you catch me?
Shall I tempt the Lord my God
with love?