for now I have known a richer love
a turtle resting on its aroid-spathe-shell

in the cradle of my chest it has stopped its kicking and flickering
attempts to flip onto four feet

now laying still in a honey-scented light
caressed in the deepest sockets of breath and pulse

it is joy, just as I remembered her
in the eyes of those who have really seen

the broadening heart-space from which
I am sometimes able to dwell