There are the feminine aspects,
The mode in which one lives
As tho the color of the air
Indoors
And not indoors

Only---. What distinction
I have is that I have lived
My adult life
With a  beautiful woman, I have turned on the light
Sometimes, to see her

Sleeping---The girl who walked
Indian style---straight-toed---
With her blond hair
Thru the forests

Of Oregon
Has changed the aspect
Of things, everything is pierced
By her presence tho we have wanted
Not comforts

But vision
Whatever terrors
May have made us
Companion
To the earth, whatever terrors