Quietude, hidden
heart like a flower like a mouth.
He is gentle lion, fragrant dark.
Magnolia in my hands,
You are more precious than perfume
and render costly the jar.
Be very still:
I will breathe in you,
lung to blood to heart.
What I write with silence, indelible
is your new name, whiter than bone
and brighter than a star.
The Lover speaks so I listen.
Which earthly voice can compare?
Lean in. I’ll tell you everything you are.
