Our garden (Part two)

You, g, East of the sun, West of the moon,

In landscape of my poetry,

Fae flowers set in a garden, the place, where our thoughts

Meet

In secret, in that place where dwells my heart, you

Holding it,

East of the sun, West of the moon,

Draw from there, wherever that bes, dear,

Where you dwell with my heart

Wherever your heads at

Flowers and rain, filled with my fertile love,

Drawn from me,

This morning, I dreaming in this landscape together:

You against the wall, draw me, busting your brains out