I have fed on the radiance of my Beloved
Lying beneath the flowering pear tree.
Her breasts are inverted cups of sunlight,
She is dappled over with iridescence unnamed.
Light and heat
Pierce the pear leaves,
And fall dizzily
Through a flashing of petal-flakes,
Burnishing and mellowing her.
My nostrils are prophetic
With the sweetness of pear flesh,
My eyes are dazzled with love made manifest,
And my mind is parturient and tremulous
With glistening schemes.
