talk
lip to lip as
though morning
just made us -
parted these
mouths
wan
as clay to
make way for
words that are
for us to
try
first
time on air
deft as dew on its
leaf - so let me
speak as an
adam
might
whose moment
is under a kind god
who looks on a half-
made garden
& come
eve
-ning will
change his mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem