Counting
Growing golden on the hours of love
Mead, sweet honey,
Flesh of my darling
Twice drunken on the liquor
Of his lips, the valor of his
Tongue
Thrice fainted on the shores
Of his embrace
Tight around my waist
Four times drowned in the
Seas of his eyes
Four times lost in the
Waters of his soul
Five days pass like hours
Dance by like falling flowers
The molten sand of our time
Winds together; glass now flaming
Six months approach
Beckoning, betraying
How I long to dive far towards them
Through the dark I’ll find him
Seven times seven
Times seven my love grows;
Seas of time,
Glassy waters and stormy troughs
