If I Could Tell You

If I could tell you how
this wild golden poppy
contains the entire sun,
How an eternity of stars
may be a raveled petal
in the burning fragrance
of your heartbeat,
where the bee-work goes on
night and day, despite the
drownings and honey dangers
of love - if I could tell you
how to see yourself through
the eye of your sweetheart,
an oblong emerald
in the moon's egg, your
jagged perfections shattering
the window of twoness,
tearing the veil between
this world and the realm
of dark motherhood,
I would, I would.
But all I can say is
be true to this breath,
and this breath will lead you
where light begins.