Companions

The Temple of My Beloved

The temple of my beloved

is extravagant with color,

leaf shape, pistil, stamen and seed.

Children play in garden path and spring.

Lovers lay in the green or walk hot

in their own heat toward the holy.

Each is a teacher to bow toward,

to lean upon in silence,

to drink from their liquid speech.

Songs are in the honeyed light like bees,

for in our breath my beloved breathes.

Holy Madness