You with Me

We are naked not even one leaf from the fig tree is with us. In the shade of the willow beside the clear stream we let each other taste each other’s honey and milk. We are naked the land of our bodies is newly familiar in our eyes. A cool wind comes shadows glide over the lights on the surface of the water. Arm on each other’s shoulders, we wander fearless over the soft grass: in the city of searing metal, you with me in the paradise of my heart ...