SHADOWS

Fallen in love with a ghost

fallen in love with a ghost

eighty and six foot tall
she tiptoed through the tulips
hurt not a leaf

between

life snags the talk and quarrel
nooks and crannies cravings
and deep lust

between

the want unwant
shaft and seed
stone green of evermoss
and life lines

love had to fit between those paces

she knew
of shadows
the garden gates
where he walked

she walked light as feather

stooped and touched the berries

taste of spring

 

Note beneath the lines:

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This moment my desire packed her suitcases
and left me bereft alone
like in Cristina Branco in her fado lyrics. 

This moment this woman of eighty tiptoes through
her flowers so as not to step over her love. 

And so she gardens the tulips deep down in the ground,

deeper underground the better cause there way down

is where she finds her source of spirit. 

She the woman who stoops

tiptoes across tomatoes beans asparagus.

My imaginary woman of vegetables, 

my female model of the provider.