As we are so wonderfully done with each other <br />We can walk into our separate sleep <br />On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies <br /> <br />O my lady, my fairest dear, my sweetest, loveliest one <br />Your lips have splashed my dull house with the speech of flowers <br />My hands are hallowed where they touched over your <br /> soft curving. <br /> <br />It is good to be weary from that brilliant work <br />It is being God to feel your breathing under me <br /> <br />A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning . . . <br />Don’t let anyone in to wake us.<br /><br />Kenneth Patchen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-we-are-so-wonderfully-done-with-each-other/
