He follows her

 He follows her with his voice; she sees him with her skin,

 and drinks him with her hands, in the storm touch which

 will crush his chest against her breast. The poppies pour

 their juice in the red rain which will crack, in time, all o-

 ther things. She drinks him with her hands. He follows

 her to her breast. She sees him with his chest, in this bo-

 dy not her own, but which, in the night, is hers. Like the

 heat that swells all  things, she sings the night with him.

 He follows her with his voice; she sees him with her skin