I First Saw You Play a Violin

I first saw you play a violin
like a cattail on a virgin wind.

You were only an outline then.

Tracing clouds with your eyes
only later did I see,
and petals with a brush–
moons of marble and filigree.

A thrush then sang
our shared revelation
and a sun swept hillock–
our shared embrace.

Read me all your stories,
and tell me all your dreams.
I am an island on your foam.
Name me all your flowers
growing wild on my shores.

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