Make Me a Garden
In the greenery where I saw the sun,
I heard the birds,
And I drank the smell:
Scent of wildflowers,
Rose arbors too;
Saw the sun in heaven,
Saw the sun in you.
When I'm naked with you,
I am sainted, holy;
So tear the robes off,
And paint me with sunshine--
In the heaven where
I can smell the flowers,
I am a tulip garden,
In a greenery true.
In the tulip garden,
You are picking me;
Harvesting your crops,
Sewing magic through me--
In the greenery,
I can smell my perfume
Leaking swiftly from me,
All to drown in you.
In the greenery
I am bending to you,
Plucked swiftly from my branches,
Which are reaching for you;
In the arbor where the sunlight caresses,
While you douse me with water,
And reach out boldly to take me--
My petals open, open farther to you,
In the gazebo where the flowers bloom.
As the tulip garden
That has caught your attention,
I have succumbed to you,
My perfumed gardener;
In the arbor where you
Shed my petals,
Plucking them from me,
Preparing a potpourri--
I am made a star,
Alive,
Enlivened,
Conquered, pruned,
Picked and played at,
Collected and consumed--
Tasted by you, I am blessed,
A vase of fragrance,
A bouquet of lusciousness--
In the greenery,
Where I am loved--
I shed my petals--
I glow like fire--
I claim the horizon of
Power that you are--
My god, my gardener--
Forever harvest,
Never cease to gather--
Never end this pleasure--
And in the end,
After all is taken--
Give to me again,
What has made me love you--
Make me a garden for you to pick,
For you to sift through,
For you to love--
Make me a potpourri,
Dry me and drain me--
Freeze this magic within me:
My love,
Make me a garden!
