Arabesque

Your eyes are dark sometimes,

Wanting to trust;

Smiling, showing

An outline of colour,

Muted and dim behind;

O my eye.

Your mouth is joyful

Sometimes, and the light

Floods back across your face;

A clear, passing moment,

When wanting is no ache;

O my light, o my eye.

The moon shows her face

Sometimes, from behind

A storm of clouds, passing;

An outline, a moment that turns,

That leaves an ache behind;

O my moon, o my light, o my eye.

The four chambers beat

Sometimes, combining

In perfect chorus,

Flooded with longing,

Their centre, yours and mine;

O my heart, o my moon, o my light, o my eye.