Look how desire has changed in you,

how light and colorless it is,

with the world growing new marvels

because of your changing. Your soul

has become an invisible bee. We

don’t see it working, but there’s

the full honeycomb. Your body’s height,

[five] feet or so, but your soul rises

through nine levels of sky. A barrel

corked with earth and a raw wooden
spile keeps the oldest vineyard’s wine inside.

When I see you, it is not so
much your physical form, but the company
of two riders, your pure-fire devotion

and your love for the one who teaches you.
Then the sun and moon on foot behind those.