To the gods for their graces
We are all thankful mountains
The goddess is a shower in the rain
While we entertain ourselves
In the middle of a misty afternoon
I explain my vision of you
In fully equipped gardens
You blossom and rise like the moon
Over the ocean
A pattern is emerging
Storms plummet the earth with fire
High as an arrow in the sky
We try again and again to hide
But then suddenly your breath becomes
A semi-automatic weapon
And until we surrender to the tension
That resides between our bodies
We will never feel safe enough to die