It started with your voice, your shimmering breath
spiraling downward through the water's depth -
calling - so strange! - my name. I rose, undreamed,
and came to you. Across that space it seemed
the world unfolded of itself, a findern
flower, pheasant's eye, the unfilled cistern
of your heart. Then I came upon you, lost,
pitiful - until you saw me there, ghost
of your ghost, shade of your shade, reflection
of your longing. You bent to me, passion
finding mirrored passion, the gloaming coal
of mouth, of lips, of whispered betrothal.
Tethered, as a fevered dowry, to this
our conjugated sin, we pledged our kiss.