Green, Lilac Park

We were lovers
before we learned to love
the way a man and woman should.
I remember your eyes
forest filter,
slick with tears that left
their tracks of ownership
down your face so sublime

You, an ivory tower
in my warfield of regrets.
Watch me now with the
bayonet of your indifference.
Squirming as you walk into my room,
its hard for you to see me
cauterize my wounds.

And I, your wild, impetuous tide,
rise and fall of howling,
I, a stream you had to pass to visit
the Land of
Manhood.

Yes, I'm still waiting for
a postcard,
wondering if the paper will hold
the charge of your fingertips,
if I might be fused with you
again
by a single epithelial.

I take a single cell
until I take your all,
swallow your soul -
down the hatch -
to keep it from me.

Like mother luna
fat and breastfeeding the hills
with milk white light,
we are swallowed by a love
too big
just for us
- us, kids, crying in the green filtered afternoon -
but integral like the creeks that
feed the estuaries,
like the ebb and flow of
la mer.

You never wanted to touch me
though I longer for it so much.
Tell me did you fear my fever,
or that I might combust?