I

I've come back from chaos,
from dead-ends.
I can see you seated
in the shelter of an orange tree;
your warm interior perfumes old stories;
your profile in my belly,
in your hands my whispering hair
and an invisible mantle parting us
toward luminous windows
while my hopes are watered down
in the sheets of the night.

II

I came back to see you
with a heart that embroiders eyes for you;
an incandescent camellia in your hand
your blue riverbed made taut by the wait,
my space retained by time.