Sublimation

Enter my door,

Nourish me, dear −

Softly smoke me,

Send me swimming:

« Pas de soucie ».

Fall me back

In waves without moments,

Seulement mouvements.

Feel me feel you, enormously –

And in it, something sad,

Like new green.

(Like music

I’ll be singing

Through tall grass

In golden light.

All sways

You, me, the grass

The wind itself.

We are almost there

Breath away from sublimation,

Matter to floating shine,

So close to being golden light itself.

Like a whisper

A rush of air into pillow soft

Across the shore I lap

Forever upward until

Like the sea,

You pull me back

To matter

To your hard breast

Where we breathe.)

If you want me,

Mon chou,

I’ll be an inch above you

(Just another breath)

Shimmering like scent.