You can not be a window
sealed,
Eden dreamt Bara bara
eleven years of December

Spirit wedded bliss
soul promised
pushing
a name
love light divine
non-negotiable,
the elephants never cry

(not like they used to)

not into king sized kisses
not into water buildings
and I am past
my grid

show her the pain
of a dead whistle

pure veined pride

Where does your soul
go when you are sleeping
why be afraid to
close your eyes?

I wanted to be your hero
raised arms outstretched
dashing across fields of daisies

I wanted you to bed
the person I imagined
you to be,
a heartsease river
of soliloquy.