Eden came upon me
so quietly, i couldn't
trace him back to the source
his mysterious blend
of smooth contours
navigates into my dreamings
exploring that which lies concealed in
these hitherto uncharted regions;
a sentient intercourse

adamant that, in our
sudden repose, the
prognosis was better than ever
he made a clever play
for time, and bit the shin-
ing apple from both sides
embracing all of my shades and i
saw Jesus in a prom dress chanting
"God is good... God is straight"

if i wrote my name across his heart
it was just a cry for help.