They embrace until exhaustion The twin doves That rest or fly upon your breast, They travel the distances of your legs, They coil in the light of your waist ... If your eyes were not the color of the moon, of a day full of clay, and work, and fire, if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air, if you were not an amber week ... Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat ... Home