Four

We walked out of the garden.
We closed the gate,
and you tore the leaves off me
Like an autumn with hands.

I said,
"We can never go back to being naked,
You know,
No matter how many times we undress each other."
You nodded, and took my hand,
And we walked forward,
Wearing nothing but a live dew on our foreheads.
Our hearts were round
And pregnant with their pauses.

We thought we could never go back.
But it was a garden
and we went barefoot there;
A million seeds
Mingled with the dust on our feet.
A wild paradise sprang up behind us,
Raged over the earth like a fire,
All tongue.

What do I see when I come?

I do not see.
My eyes break like two fevers.....
My face is glossy with sight
But I do not see.
I cannot look around the garden
Where women walk,
Dazed and round
And pregnant with their own pauses;
I forget to take cuttings back with me,
To plant in my dust after is has settled.