Enter the secret field with its hidden animals.
The lute song of the fields, late summer
in love what it is: not destined
for more greatness than this.
Despair is nothing
but overgrown peach blossoms,
nectar so sweet,
you wear it like a crown.
This falling in love happens fast I know.
I didn’t come here for less than this
crown of glory, would […]

you in the ink dark rain-
the inky tide of morning,
sounds of the tide of hands
washing shells not yet seen
land,
and this pink in the center of it’s fold,
it’s sunrise as seen from the deep center
of ocean, from the deep center,
where the god once polished
his flute, where he once decided
desire was to live for desire
alone-
heartbeats come as […]