Let water rush from the tap

In a land of thirst,

Grow like wild flowers,

Soak up the eyes, looks,

Devoured by the smouldering smell

Of rubbish burnt in autumn fires.

Talk to me as you walk through

The innumerable rooms of my heart

Say, yes, you love me, like the fish love the waves,

Trap me like a breath in the chest,

Press deep on me to restart my heart,

Dissolve  me in light and write me

Poems fit for all-eternity:

As Homer sang of sadness so long ago

Listening to time and tide come and go

Under the sky where he read his own mind

Then dictated it to a scribe:

Lies, this, and that,  way to stay alive,

Under an enduring sky.

.............

There was not a drop of rain that summer

Just, just, very black skies ,

Like those on the day of his crucifixion

When everything was lost.

Beneath the roaming stars of heaven

Turning myself into my mother's womb,

I had a happy birthday

As wet breath formed droplets on the window pane,

Running into streams, salty rivulets of tears

No consolation was to be had

From wind or rain,

During this sad refrain.