my love stirs and breathes and sleeps again

In air heavy
with odor of crocuses,

sensual smell of crocuses,
I watch a lemon sun disappear,

a sea change blue
to olive black.

I watch lightning leap from Asia as
sleeping,

my love stirs and breathes and
sleeps again,

part of this world and yet
part of that.

[Raymond Carver {1938-1988}, 'Two Worlds', from A New Path to the Waterfall]