as form rises spirit wanes

oh gentle darling in summer gardens:
it clings to thee flesh and flesh alone
diaphanous cloth draped upon like garlands
hangs perfect from your skin and bones

oh gentle darling in your august garden:
in fields i pushed you down
and to the ground we fell
a descending series of waves

let me take you again
amongst all this brush and greenery

create we will
struggling shadows
flesh and flesh alone
in your august garden