I didn't think they made roses like her anymore
(now I understand
Helen, and all the other
Mythologies)

Why these gods were created to destroy each other
how a man would eat anything that Eve handed him
be it good or evil

(I like the knowledge and I
Love the snake
with its shifting powers)

My heaven is so close
(if she thinks or speaks of me)
whispers, comes near or
dreams of me

we touch briefly
(electric, quantum leap)
a briefness stretching out infinitely

(we travel time and move planets)
speak softly
change the time around
us

I tell the angels to sleep with her
(and she sends her angels to dream with me)

She makes my time sweet
(knows my poems are about her)

so beautiful she
stopped all my poetry
(healed my pain, my sorrow
my fear)

to understand the mysteries
(when we are near to each other)
darkness becomes ambient
(the ambient darkness of the constellation we
form pervades my mind)

Filled with the ambient light of illumation that fills my
heart when we are near in the convex glow
of forest darkness

(I am stretching these moments thin enough to encircle the globe)
like a filament of gold flattened to the thickness of a molecule or two
which forms a sheet,
spanning several lifetimes
wrap me in this thin gold blanket
of our lifetimes
let this be our home
(i was forced to construct this world of
ours out of the most beautiful/sacred things
i could scavenge off this world)

So we decided to put the trip down
the medieval crap and
the new-age shamanism
was all a wash

(we ate some kinda magic fruit
and became birds or something
quicksodic)