Under the blue tarp we fell in love How distant from the rain And the salivation of sidewalks Only blue and you transfigured The soft planet of your navel Your ears sharpened with desire Supine among the mossy rounds Speckled in sawdust Your hands are birds flying close by my face As my fingers descend the low of your back Your cheeks blue hills beneath the moon gaze Of young eyes released All blue in a year When the world rolled away at last From the dream womb You here now spinning on a thread Descendant from blue celestial purgings of innocence Pinned beneath torrential rain And the ache of existence Even the hollows around your eyes Are more knowing Than the vast descriptive eloquence Language would have us believe