2005-05-14 - 6:27 p.m.
GARDEN SONG
Slip me soft into your morning
down my sleepy eye smile
with craft and creature care
tea bag stares and crumpet kisses
smooth my joints
against the dappled enquiry
of sun and shade
Take me naked
in your tangled vine and
petal womb
I am leaves and moss
and buddha god
garden priest
serene and still
amongst all this
buzz and crush
and lazy crumble
~ Me
