Eden blue wind shaped the first guitar, made it ocean, made it swimming tigers, made it shine light to that face only my hands could find, made it yellow the edges of old albums, made it cosmos, made it chicken house, windmill and water tank holding, made me long for the sea, dive deep, my eyes find bright coral glowing, made grass blow under the east wind, brought sound spilling from every tongue over lips full-kissed when god touched the tree, touched me, touched you, carved words, touched our hips to dance, spun our blood into new marrow, called it love, called it mud, hawk, turtle, called it here, called you mine, called me yours, called everything until calling stuttered our lips to silence, to kiss, to lie still, to hold tight, to let this go |