I gonna get

I gonna get
a tattoo
on my arm
poet

 

then to my undies

then
to my

undies
discarded

like a
leaf

among the
petals

on her
floor

how hers
are a garden

of flower

 

I look

I look
at the
sky
of her
ceiling
she makes
her religion
in me

 

house

I gave the house
to the wind & rain
I sat in the garden with it
and together slept
and houses in the street
wept
to see a house
free

yr winter

yr winter
invites
me in
& I
want to
bring beer

 

 

yr curtains

yr curtains
have
the sway
of skirts
and the wind
a way
of inference

sad with songs

sad
with songs
& the
moon
none come
to love