In Sweet Darkness

In sweet darkness
just before dawn
when the sleeping dream
has vanished
and the waking dream
has not yet begun,
your lover is already here
in the shape of the sky,
clothed only in night,
mingling that breath
with this one.
Prayer arises 
like the scent of hyacinths
out in your garden,
jasmine twined at your doorway.
Such fragrance comes
that you close your eyes
to savor the invisible gift
but don't go back to sleep.
You become the grape
that gets crushed
and cannot remember its skin,
the nectar that needs no form,
the face that disappears
when lips touch, half open
mouths pressed beyond words.
Such fragrance comes
that you close your eyes
to savor the invisible.
But you don't fall asleep.
You fall beyond prayer.
You fall into the crushing kiss
that only happens
in silence.