For Her
She's like a leaf
lying lightly in my bed
when I wake in the night
there she is
sleeping, like a fallen leaf.
She saw my itch
my shudder of recalcitrance
and slipped the veil
the autumn colour of her eyes
into a graceful fashion.
She poured the wine
into my glass, into her glass
with barely a ripple but
the maelstrom took us
we were vomiting sonnets
While she lives far from me
in the cave of the women
out of my element yet
I can sleep, curled safely
within her beauty.
