My Garden Poem by David Lacey

What life is this we call our home?
All dreams now bent and broken bones,
and laughing are we clowns?
Death decay and drowning.

I carry my secret untold
This my hammer strike
Upon the forge of fire in passion burnt
What life?
What lessons have we learnt?

Stolen out of time
Into recession
Into abyss
Still stolen life of mine.

You catch me watching you
Eagle eyes and open thighs
Do you wish to know my lips
As I desire to bathe in your saliva
Blood sweat and tears come too
All a bath I bathe of you

What dreams now what desires
How secret are our fires
Watch fire and laugh
Aztec bloodlust ember glow

Tell me the tales I seek to know
I shall hear what I wish
Tell me a tale of the forest
I'll tell you a tale of the fish

Two directions swiftly met
Let us remember now to forget
Not all

Old friends of memory reborn
Dreams born adrift

Come see my garden grows