A Creature Called the Chameleon

It hears, it hears with all its bones and skin the sweet song of its light: — I am. I am here. — Crawling on its belly it passes, it passes through the forest’s veil of illusion, through the snare of livid webs it passes: arms full of strength, legs full of strength, the strength within astonishing. It hears at every leap the song of its light ever brighter, as I hear your song: I am. I am here. The strength within astonishing. Near the green stem it pauses a moment, closes its eyes, sees: the warm lip of the light gliding at the corner of its lips. — as I, in the hard moment of staying, the warm lip of yours. — It leaps higher than the sticky webs, higher than the darknesses, with a thousand cords, strong, as if invisible, joined to the sun — I to you — it leaps, falls into the embrace of light — I into your embrace — a creature named love-worshipper in your garden...