Adrift upon wide seas of remembrance

Battered by long anecdotal waves

That stalk in trains their flotsam prey

Dream book thoughts come spilling out

While chromed pages flood full my mind

Airbrushed and nested for sales effect 

Heaven’s gate illumines bright

With pearly irridescent glow

Across twinned ancient chiseled shadows

If I could but walk in them

If I could but live for them

If I could but quench their thirst for me

Before me  Eden lies compacted small

Its walls still fairly shimmer

Tropical Capricorn summers

While I gaze with wistful wonder

At the glories I’m denied

Through exile I’m consigned to crawl

Tell me, I loiter longingly

Until its vision, in pieces, arrives

Sargasso green and full of life

Areolas slide beneath brief bustier

Wink, then hide, full knowing 

What unthinking thighs refuse to learn

Eve’s arbor groans its weight in grapes

Aches all the while anticipating wine

Sweet purple skips upon the breeze

Pendants warm their opened necks

Pressing love up to their throats

As if they ever could forget its cut

All the shining faces

Of lost permutated Eve

Look through me now with God’s eyes

I know what they are searching for

For my watch has done the same

In its quest to take me home.

Only my own ardor groans with weight

Vintage pressed, politely plodding

Offering up fresh tarregan and vinegar

How long I’ve washed, too short I’ve laved

How long spent lost, so briefly saved

Upon some island of forgetfulness

Amelia knows me here, and welcomes

Where she once landed lifetimes ago

Does anyone remember her last words?

Ah, what enormous sea, salted against decay

This atoll reeks of tarragon on the wind

It’s sandfire flash, mute glow of broken bottles.