Caught By The Gardener

Musk of my exertion mixing
in the evening purpling plunge
gold glistens at the edge of everything

kaleidoscope w. the myrrh of my lung's elation
a gardener passing on his papered knees
catching me in comfort of exposure

Fall tapping at my door like a wandering harlot
open, she begs
I am no one
and helpless
when begged

wide the threshold thrown
to lull these perfumes on a last lit wind
to tongue the tethers of day
and night's coming

forsaking that simple gardener
in wandering decadence flesh was his reward
mine is eternity, they say

his dreaming fingers find the worn clippers
works a summer rose
my dream finds your soft unbound skin
in the light from my door.

TA