For you
I have worn a dress as green as leaves.
We have made our own forest.
Hear how the rain streams past our shelter.
Birds cry somewhere;
tigers with stripey eyes tip-toe over eggshells.

Your voice
sets off vibrating reeds.
Each touches the other delicately, shivering.
Impulses speed across synapses, star to star:
under my ear
the earth is murmuring
small and secret words of explanation.