you were sitting in my garden
legs folded under you, hands stained
with orange juice and apple flesh
fingers slippery on your ***** zipper
and on the earth i was a smear
of pure red, i ran to the horizon
and further still: deep and raw
and endless -
all the bad with all the good
how much of me do you want?

beneath your thighs the grass was wet
your skin was all sprinkled with green
and i could breathe the dew in you
taste the want of a hundred worms
smothering all of yours
your hands were between sticky and soft
and i watched my knees turn purple
until the sun came -
all the dark with all the light
how much of me are you taking?

clearly now i saw you, nature had no mercy
roots grew around your ankles
i cut you free and watched you run
i wore gold for you, wrote psalms for you
like ripened fruit i bruised for you
bled a road going home for you
and i could smell the peaches
oh i felt you now -
all the fear with all the hate
and how much of me will there be left?