Rising
Your body, like the morning breeze
that finds the shoreline and the lake
and sends the gold-dressed reeds a-shivering,
now moves and parts the wrinkled sheets
that make our bed the surface of our dreaming
and like the sun climbs up again
and gathers strength at midday’s meet
to touch the lake’s cool surface sheen,
your hands and breath now open me
and bind us to the rising heat.