Notice autumn's attenuation of light,
how early night brings stars.
Back to the beginning.
Dark came first. Then God ached
for an other, for face
meeting face, the birth
of I and Thou. Shaped us from earth
and breathed a soul, tender --
creation's first kiss.
Skin touches skin: we seek
sparks scattered across synapses
and lift them up, new constellations
spelling the unsayable name
as fallen leaves melt into sweetness
to nourish the wish of spring.