Whatever Causes The Rose

Whatever causes the rose to open,

whatever causes the moon to rise,

what makes breath perish 

in stillness, then return,

whatever causes the earth

to roll slowly over in her

downy black quilt,

what causes my eye to linger

in yours

and pours one heartbeat

into another, churning the wine

dark and sweet,

what draws me to notice

each tear on your face,

is the scent of joy

that lures me to drown

in the Causeless.