It will be as though you are walking alone, In the woods when a great blue heron lifts, Into the air, or a single wild orchid blooms, Or the moon shines down on still water, And it is enough. Your heart stops. You are left grateful, simply for being alive.
It will be your own beauty this time, Taking you so suddenly and by surprise, The mysterious beauty of your entire life, Carefully inscribed in your body.
It will be as though the poem becomes, Your dream lover, caresses your skin, With absolute tenderness, lights up, With its touch every cell in your body, Enters you with a gasp of astonished, Desire, plunges deep into the secret, At the center of who you are. -River Malcolm
