On wet leaves

 We went together, smooth and directly
As fine as the fittings between feathers
As she adored us
In the open mouthed softness of her breast
While we ‘became’ reflections of her sun
Goldenrod globes on peppered layers
Leaning on top of the dark
Something microscopic
Flooding the blood around our
Shimmering creamed trunks


To die there, was life everlasting
Eden in its forbidden magic, between hands
And the blooming pedals of thorns and
Her held rose. Depending on her
An uncharted depth, as vast as waves
Through a sweetly salted ocean, the days
And afternoons of waiting in limp heat
Sections of cool citrus, or
A halved corpse, shaped perfectly
Above the opposite side of myself