Bed's Spring

I am the dawning man The waking limb An unbowed willow You are the dusken girl The tangled sheet A dewed down meadow We are sown seeds Folded into the earth Whose roots weave And cannot be unpicked We are green leaves Laced with silk In whose curl Transformation sleeps We are a chrysalis! Love seen in a Rorschach! A dog eared page of poetry That is sealed with glue