The shape of a whisper?
What else do these bones promise?
Lying in wait of some body's love,
stretching thin arms, twitching thin nose,
witholding kisses with a halting hum,
why, they are growing instant shadows!
They are developing twisty leaves!
Here, in the ground beyond the world,
they are dancing a rat dance, they are twinkling a beat!
The shape of a whisper?
The flesh of a kitten's sweetness?
Here, in the ground beyond this world,--
breathing a fondness for sun-sung thingness,
dream-calm, dew-pure, moons away.
