i held you closer
and closer
until
nothing
but cloth
divided us
i invited you in
i let you turn me
like a season
i turned you like
a season i turned you
sharpness to shadow
pleasure on pleasure.
as if we were yellow
as roses, i invited you in,
i let you turn me
like a season.
from spring to summer
i turned you forward.
a poppy bloomed
in the dooryard
of your bed.
from spring to winter
you turned me; you held
my face
against the time
and you turned me.