Counting

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