A Walk Through The Garden

I walk alone
under thunder storm
of mind and air
two chairs
in this garden
one for me
one for you
covered in rain drops
of poetry
late mid summer soiree
i wish to find myself
i wish the thrill of my wet hair
of the drops dancing down my skin
to penetrate
deep as universe
kiss of desire
you feel it on your fingertip
the truth sparkling in inviting images
dazzling idea is to fight yourself
for the picture of you to be painted yellow
as the moon
only reflecting the light...