Madrigals

I

Like concentric ripples
over the water,
so in my heart
your words.

Like a bird that strikes
against the wind,
so on my lips
your kisses.

Like exposed fountains
opposing the evening,
so my dark eyes
over your flesh.

II

I am caught
in your circles,
concentric.
Like Saturn
I wear
the rings
of my dream.
I am not ruined by setting
nor do I rise myself.