A garden is
Our own idea of heaven
Especially beheld in the
Minutes or the whole thing
Kneeling before you
I hear
This voice
Feeling the phenomenon
Of you
Becoming unseen
Blanking out
Like an
Invisible man
Sneaking secret flowers
From behind but their fragrance
Is an aromatic exposure
Daydreaming
Imaging your body
Positioned perfectly
In the shape of a constellation
Ringing the bell
To a passage
Connecting the stars
Like dots
I grabbed a torch
Attaining a bright burning
Running between
What wings of passion
Aspire to
Twisting past the furnace
Of your smile
Immortal eyes
And symmetry
Entirely free
Inheriting the future
Consummated
Thematic hearts paralleled
And paralyzed
When the curtains open up
Even in
Blindness blinkering
Evocative heartbeats
No longer foreigners
Warming the darkness
Shouting our likeness
Off the edge of a cliff
Too busy to die
The grass is like jazz
In the papyrus of our dance
What a beautiful reed
Playing our song
Drenched in everything
On a blanket
Our legs swinging
Off the edge of the earth
© GÄ
Poétique 