Let No Wind Come

You had found words for this and called it love:

But when your cheek lay against mine like one

Leaf on another leaf, it was not love;

And when I bent to you, it was not done

For love. From deeper in the rooted mind

There came as softly as a flowering tree

A light as petals falling on the blind-

I saw life grow and fold itself in me.

And now I have a body who had none,

And now I have a heart who had before

Only a moth's wing lying at the bone,

Only a moth's heart beating at the core.

It is not less than love that at your kiss

I saw a flower unfold-it is not less.