To walk the garden of gods and sages
Made welcome to where few have been before.
Hidden by the shadows cast from the clouds
Shrouded as if only us and nothing more.
No words to read just thoughts through touch and taste
We lost the night through purified water.
I breathe in her being as my last breath
And harvest flowers cared by another,
Then have the moon be full to culminate
The pulse of her body pressed against mine.
We left the axis of who we both were
Just held together by thistle and twine.
And she was to me a god to a Greek,
To hang dry and to burn another day.