While she still slept, she turned and
A small cupula of light eddied above her clavicle;
I had not known that glancing blows of beauty
would be a part of sleeping with a woman.
I had not known anything.
I made the tea; sunlight streamed across the
white porcelain sink, and the house was utterly silent.
Like Mary, I kept these things and pondered them in my heart.