A poem for you

Here. For you.
A poem made to greet you when you wake.

It is not mine

I found it --
In your body I discovered it.
I found it living in your voice.

Look at how it’s glowing with your body’s colouring.
Look now,  how it’s trembling with the way you speak.

My hand is quivered at the touch of it,
my tongue grows sweetly numb in tasting
all its words;

for it is quavered with your voice
shining with your body’s glow,
astonished at itself
because of you.