I let the wind draw ice sculptures from my breath,
And play with them, and break them,
Leaving only dunes of ashes and white sleeves
To billow in the shadows.
I let you draw me close to you -again -
You took my hand in yours and showed me
How to glide, so smoothly, through the floor,
Like an underwater gymnast.
I let you watch me cry -though you don't know this -
With closed eyelids, tantalizing hints.
I let you braid my lashes to the night and marry
The break of cosmos, slipping in between my lips.