I Adore You

My love, my dear, love suddenly
found in the oyster of death,
I tell myself, the blood pulsing
through my veins tells me,
and this pain and my shoes,
mouth and pillow, tell me so.

I love you, my dear love, absurdly,
foolishly, all lit up, head over heels,
rose-dreaming, conjuring stars; saying
goodbye to you walking beside you

I love you from the pole on the corner,
from the carpet of that empty room,
on the warm sheets of your body
where a vase of poppies sleep

long hair of the restless air,
river of night, dark banana grove,
blind beehive, unearthed love.

I'll follow your footsteps upwards,
from your feet to your thigh to your rib.