He was
her
the way
she looked
in clouds
connect
he was
with
kisses
bright
and music
moving
nightly
drops
of smiles

but rain
it warms
her lips
me up
and liking
him
her face
blue
not only
but
his eyes
away

deeply
under
skies
inhale
of
breathless
leaves
that
speak
her spirit
climbing
up
to face
his knees
awake
in sighs.

―Sylvia Plath