Jade
For a time
The flecked air at the window
Cannot disturb us.
We've made ourselves so quiet.
My fingers
Spread on your ribs like fans.
Yours
Open over my wrists, loose as a bracelet,
Our bodies shapen in our sexual languors-
Phantasms graved in jade.
This is all the world we have-
Rare hours
When we touch what we love best
And imagine giving it up,
As we will.
It's not enough.