journeying through
the landscape of the soul
a snow-capped knee
brought me into crisis
a thigh gently covered with wild-flowers
struck a chord of lightning
the desert hearted cactus flowers
once in a single lifetime
your river-bed is made
to be drenched in the raw moonlight
by a cupola of vanilla frosting

I am weeping in a willow’s arch
at the foot-hills of a mountain
two streaks of colorful music that became trees
and infinite magical branches
the size of slender fingers
counted for all the sleepless nights
spent upon bottomless pools of nectar
at the center of your star-mirrored navel

stumbling down a trail
of ear-shaped spirals
then falling into a tiny nest
of moistened shadows
ten lips, one eye, and two hearts
a dozen celestial bodies
beyond form and function
you are a masterpiece so beautiful
the impossibility of reproduction
is only slightly more mysterious
than the absurdity of the lack of instruction