I left my body for him,
the groundwork wet from
Sunday's misty rain,
my bare feet are cold
and I cannot explain
the appearance of the
path, other than to say
how mysterious his eyes
looked peeking about
my heart like a shining,

I run over to him
tripping on pebble and stone,
I leave my breath behind
so as not to freighten the
host of this splendid force
that appears from nowhere,

I let my body flame for him,
but he did not move forward
into my light,
even where the soil was dry,
he was afraid to fall deeper,
and find me there.