Permanent Meeting

My blessed night did not end with the beginning of this day: that blessed night came forward and wove your mischievous winks into the body of the day into the body of my dark seconds: threads of gold are tied around the weft of time, without breaking from it without letting it go. They have come forward the waves of your breath onto the sands of my day, and have filled my whole day with displays of wild irises to beyond the borders of sunset and the moment of meeting you in my body ...