First Love

Your eye becomes the Earth
spinning through all space, cosmic
essence with roots deep in soil, content
being one with this lover,

sharing her
with Animals, Forests, Mountains,
the Mushroom and
billions of People.

There are those who think
not of sharing her gifts.
Who think to own her
Those who think
they are alone.
Who seeing only
fail to notice even the geese
returning so soon in January.

But you are not one of them.

When your fingers trace my edges
and spiral inward to touch the Mystery
all of us keep, the secret
that is never a secret,

my body which is your body
which is her body
answers you.