Since You Are The World    by  Susan Stanford

to more than me
how should we squeeze
behind closed doors?
every curl
upon the fiddle of a fern
enfolds its fragrant
surfaces
still more
the gaze of your desire
shoots through
the absolute and universal
light of every other eye
speak and I understand
how mind is
emptiness … filling
and dances easiest
to simple metaphors
of hunt or quest
or breaker

© Susan Stanford