Two Worlds
In air heavy
with odor of crocuses,
sensual smell of crocuses,
I watch a lemon sun disappear,
a sea change blue
to olive black.
I watch lightning leap from Asia as
sleeping,
my love stirs and breathes and
sleeps again,
with odor of crocuses,
sensual smell of crocuses,
I watch a lemon sun disappear,
a sea change blue
to olive black.
I watch lightning leap from Asia as
sleeping,
my love stirs and breathes and
sleeps again,
part of this world and yet
part of that.
part of that.
(1989)
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