You the earth...

Little
rose,
rose-let,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as though I'll claps you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but
suddenly
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin
new-moon line of your waist:
in love you have loosened yourself like seawater:
I can scarcely measure the sky's most spacious eyes
and I learn down to your mouth to kiss the earth.