lying next to me
a raga 
dances on melodica

uranus
chases saturn

peaks 
chase clouds

I throw
the weight of self 
around 

occassionally submitting 
to the hopeless intimacy
found in the bottom 

cenotes of your thoughts
aching for your slumber
on my pillow

lost in the caverness
of wild unfettered 
subtlety

maybe we should
lease the slash and burn 
tattered forests there

a seven year garden