She puts me down with the weight
Of her love and feelings, dreamlike.
We are kissing by the beach
As spouses before an assenting priest
As teenagers in masked playgrounds.
There are two moons shining here
Silent but calling the winds.

There are two skies singing 
With strident mouths
There are two winds painting
Us with rainbow lines of the sun 

We place hands in tablets 
Of the wind swearing to hold the dew
I do not want to be different
Let’s stay in the closed garden