i arrived here just in time for a homeric sunset, 

a light so prehistoric, it blotted out

all terrible systems of belief.

getting ready for orgiastically

tasting the identity of all things, i wanted to

illuminate the erotic from a new angle

through a spiral of time -

against interpretation. that’s when

memories of you seized upon me, 

like how desire awakes only as one realises

one has been dreaming at the moment of waking. 

you who were like these trees, roots of trees,

that know my soul, who dug into me with such 

humble tenderness. and i remembered that 

almost impersonal love again, with us 

reclining on eachother beneath

my grand piano, and you said,

don’t be so interested 

in being good.