fingers to my hands

now you are then and i am now(my love), and we are
a miracle which will never happen again,
a mystery which has never happened before--
and shining us our now must come to then
until the earth reopens my breath upon your spine

then shall be some darkness during which
fingers are without hands;and i have no
you, and you have no me:and all the trees are
(any more than each leafless one)
in its silent forevering winters