Like night
Blooming jasmine
I flower
For the moon.
Like the water
Over boulders
I weep
And shed
My womb
Like hope
For my Beloved
I waver
In the wind
But here
In holy darkness
I know
That he exists
Like sugar
From the sunlight
The sap rises
Within.
Like serpent
In the garden
I show myself
To sin
Like wisdom
From the tree
I know
My innocence
Like fruit
From a flower
I ripen
Deep within.