Sun uploads day and for the millionth and first time
you awake out of one dream into one shape written into linen.
When I was a young man I held a flower by the head
little did I realise the rip from its soil was the beauty of it all.
Now as a man I am ancient of loving you in the moment
all we have become is all that we will be in the sepia of old age.
When I was a baby my Father never knew how to hold me
it was always the crib inside mothers and lullabies of blood that held us.
The day you fall in love with a woman the stem of a star explodes
this light holds yesterday like a flower so delicate it will cut sky into red.
Night uploads moon, and stars burst like zinnias in a night garden
your head is in the earth of my skin and we bury ourselves into water.