WHEN I KNEW I KNEW MY MATE WAS IN LOVE WITH ME
Her hands spoke in the language
of Helen Keller who heard speech
by reading lips with her fingertips.
My mate’s unique sense of touch
sensed in a splendor of tenderness
said: I’m in love with you—
without ever uttering a single word.
It was the intuitiveness of heightened
sensitivity that spoke to me in Sanscrit,
and Persian poetry that plunged us both
into the within in the vast ocean of milk.