The darling rabbits lie bashed on the road
in May-time's abundance of rabbits and cars,
wind courses through shining grasses,
yellow irises stand triumphant in ditches.

Often have I wished myself different for you
to hold your love; was discontent with how I am;
wished myself golden, my soul voluptuous,
with crystallised honey rough in my throat.

But when your mouth opens on mine,
I fall headlong to this place, this moment,
with no thought for the realms of perfection,
become fearless, am a cat, a hare.

No sweeter kiss could be found in heaven
than our lips meeting in pouring time,
than earth meeting earth in our grasping hands,
on a crest of a wave in the flowing, laughing universe.