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I scan my eyes

I scan my eyes
over the meadow
Adam runs his hands
over Eve

the meadow is curved like Eve was

the meadow is curved like Eve was
when she ate

the apple
‘you’re curved

like the meadows’
Adam said

to Eve

the sun was on my skin

the sun was on my skin
I wondered if it would bring rain
like love?

3’s

because I wrote your name
in the mist
on the shower
it’s like a tattoo

I write my poems
like the sky
describes itself

I have made of you
a sky
you are over me

I dreamt I lifted the skirt

I dreamt I lifted the skirt
of the Goddess up
she smiled from the dais
and the mound shaped
by the white undies
was what it was

I want to

I want to
leave patterns

on her window
of my rain

tomorrow will be rain

tomorrow will be rain
for her

it will help to make
the flowers

and though she will have
shelter

I hope she walks out
into it

that she is part of
a world

made by rain

I always rain

I always rain
on your windows
while you sleep
wanting your eyes
to find my rain
like morning

I got some

I got some
driftwood
in my heart

done with it

done with it
go to get a carton
go where I know
myself

seasons of
annihilation
days of illness
to follow

I could watch her
beautiful eyes full
of kindness
alone

on a shore
of self

wanting her hands
upon me

must be lovely

must be lovely
to be amongst her
undies
when the stars
are shining down
on the house

I got a pain

I got a pain
in my heart
I think Bukowski’s
bluebird poem
done it

morning was

morning was
a garden

afternoon
& I find

them songs
sing them

cause I
want too

I
devising

a time machine
to find

her again