When she gazes
At Me
With her Walking eyes
Her Walking eyes,
Alert bright doe
Creature of good days,
Yellow wind washes
Bird heart, sending
wings to flutter.

When she looks
At Me
With her evening eyes
Her Evening eyes,
Sensual animal
Writhing passions aglow
Heat forms embers
Scalding stones searching
To be quenched.

Her seasons turn in bronze sunshine
And milky moonlight
In each passing day, love
Forms in a new way.