St. Stephens’ Day

Are you truth when the china of your skin
Excites my passion for you so
That all who’ve walked in the sandals of Eve
Are oned in your body like stone?
Is the stirring of breath beneath your words
The wingbeat of angels rising
Electric and immutable as stars
Fixed in a mind’s constellation?
Can there be a faith foretold such as yours
Unlocking gates of enterprise
And forwarding my love beyond what is known,
Enriching Time eternally?
Place me in your being and I know all
The joy within the horizon of dreams.