Naked, you tend the pearl.
Naked, you make the room
melt into riverbeds, smoothed stone.
Yes, this must be
how the universe felt
when it first cracked open;
Sky and earth parting as lips
to breathe out trees, mythology,
the first days of fall.
It is mud between your bare toes-
It is raspberries plucked straight from the stem,
and it holds you
like a butterfly to a board,
breathless at its beauty.