On sill
     peering
     head tilted

     towards sun

     so close
     I can smell
     your hair

     hanging down

     Green eyes
     hidden
     among
     the black

     embrace a
     contradiction

     briefly

     confused
     by your look

     glare

     to get a better
     sense of
     I

     turned

                                                untied
                                                knot legs
                                                made

                                                cave towards
                                                fire light

                                                to her slitted
                                                just there
                                                her mouth
                                                wide

                                                open hand
                                                palm
                                                his

                                                due

                                                predicate upon
                                                touch

                                                all ears tuned

                                                turn to
                                                place

                                                purslane

                                                in
                                                early

                                                spring