I
That first night,
how they must have trembled
wondering if the sky they had seen
only hours before was a dream.
(What was a dream?)
Clenching her, 
he would make white spots on her shadowed arms.
She would taste his wild hair.
They would feel the earth tremble
with the rumblings of breathing,
resting, sanctifying.
 
II
In the morning they must have cried
seeing the sun again,
(their tears like a first rain dappled the mint leaves)
forgetting that the light came first.
But sensing the gurgling
of rivers
they would use quiet voices, dance softly
kiss softly.
 
III
At dusk, 
when the sun melted
but the light lingered,
they would feel faith for the first time.
He would smell smoky wine and spices.
they would hear a name over and over.
she would take his hand
as they lay down.