Ambro Box Spring 2013
Do you think you will ever know me
as I am meant to be known?
The simple exuberance of flowers
belie their multiple and complicated unfoldings.
Like a wave,
like a new star,
like a heart,
like my mouth across your belly.
You are continents
though your ripples supplant any
immediacy around me.
I do not know you
but I know
the secret prism of you.
It is as transparent to me as
the eye in the sky of night.
And though you may never know me,
in that prism I have glimpsed
and the closest thing to knowing
which is the closest thing to love.