I am a fool for your beauty —
the way you stretch yourself out
like the clear blue sky
with nothing to hide,
nothing to hold back;
the way you are manifest in the earth
with mountains for hips
a smile in blues & yellows
the relaxed river your strength & gentleness
You are too beautiful, my God,
and you turn my head
with the winks of stars
the echoed longing of geese
the rich red your dusty flesh;
you spin me about in wonder
until I am swept up in joy
giddy to touch you and
awed to call you handsome