nothing hides in me now

nothing hides in me now

your eyes almost terrifying

i look for one second, two, then unfold

my eyelids and let it be song

i am blessed to be near the miracles

of your hands your ten different scents wafting

i take back place on my little attic shelf

for while im waiting again for you what is the nicer,

to pine wanton miles from or to fill in the contours

of your body with mine--- i suppose either works to

shield me from and lead me to the divine.