event horizon

vivid evocation:        
          
the first night          
i slid over you like rain          
over damp earth on a hill,          
         
a midnight tune          
transmorgrified,          
         
a dawn song,          
         
white linen,          
scarlet curtains,          
busted tv,          
no playstation,          
         
but we weren't bummed -          
too busy being lost          
         
         
in irises.          
         
*          
         
and now we smell like gardeners,          
         
like vines bursting with fruit          
beneath ancient rubble,          
         
echoing - the rhythmic          
raking of leaves,          
wind moaning through trees,          
         
the steady flow of river water,          
         
         
we look like crumpled flowers          
in the palms of gods,          
         
and we sink to the bottom          
just moments before          
being carried aloft.  
         
         
     
creating constellations in your name:      
       
        
with every breath,            
i pull our love to heaven.