Dreaming Of Eden

i don’t want the steady drip from corners 

of weary obtuse angles in my brain

nor pens of gridded squares on which to map 

my trajectory through space each dark day

hitching cars coughing and narrowly laned

a brief break for lunch a bored heavy nap

give me daylight brilliant windows

dancing green grasses breeze blown trees

wild blooms and a swift brook splashing

we’ll watch fireflies flashing at night

beneath prodigious domes with holes

for moon and stars to pour their light

then sleeping in your splendid arms

wrapt legs soft lips and shampooed hair

or unashamed sleepless and bare

and loved and full of care and warm