He said - he loved he said

he said - he loved he said
now I live
in his smile
and trace
the shape of hips
as narrow
as the trunk of the young spruce
whose grace
I praised last night
before he
sowed singing desire
in my dancing hands
in my feet standing on tiptoe
in my teeth
I long
in great pensiveness
resting my chin on my hand
I think - about the skin
whose tart and
golden taste
I recollect