Inaugurating The Garden

Everyone fears.
Everyone fears, but you and I
merged into one
before the water, the mirror,
and the lamp,
and were not afraid.
I do not speak of the frail union
of two names,
their embrace on an
old ledger’s page—
I speak of my hair,
happy with your singed poppy kisses,
our bodies’ defiant intimacy,
and our nudity’s sheen
like fish scales in water.
I speak of the silver life of a song
a small fountain sings each dawn.