It will be

Alright

A:
In the smallness
Of the garden
Thirsty flowers
Scorn my puny can
And call down rain

B:
In a distant galaxy
Some parallel man
Waters microbial blooms.

Bereft of cloud,
Darkness engulfs like
A tomb

The last time I loved
(So, so,
So long ago)

Fruit spilled itself
In the garden

And insects sang
And rejoiced
In the split flesh

And the soil leapt
With joy
And sprouted
Tiny seedlings.

The last time
I loved

Her womb welcomed
Seed and cried
In happiness
And fecund abundance.

But the last time was
So,so
So long ago

Oh

Just make it up

As you go

Old cherry

Weeping amber

Yes
Cuddle