a love like yours is born in cherry and wheat in an ashborn volcano that might burst out one side or the other where could we run or should we lie on earth feeling her trembles while we bake on black sand groove to the thump of

the fog doesn’t close in but brings everything close molding the moon face into a bearded lover making the garden dirt blacker and richer off wine flashes a gold sword, a blade laid across my chest the fog carries away blue beetles,

and no moon belly answers when the guy in black socks on the beach wonders where the world is there you are tossing a night in bed straddling a tricycle that will take you to strawberries and cilantro goat cheese and white- headed a