In You The Earth

Littlerose,
roselet,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seemsas though you would fitin one of my hands,
as though I’ll clasp you like thisand carry you to my mouth,
butsuddenlymy feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thinnew-moon line of your waist:
in love you loosened yourself like sea water:

I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyesand I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.