| South of Eden, Southern Comfort We are beyond Eden Just south of rising cotton ghosts Red hot sun Lime green moon reflecting upside down on mirror seas, coasting longest waves rustling inward hypnotic like slow horses grazing towards the shore Daze, sunbathing, tasting cinnamon Cooled off deep, chocolate mint as pillow gifts, giving off soft julep dreams and night hands that make me sigh in moist plumes of humid jitters You give me flowers that speak that kiss places hard to reach like feathers they make me feel touched You find me everywhere I hide I can�t help but tell you where I�ve been and how much I miss you even if the wind changes direction You hush me solid and make me stare at blue ice What a pretty fire you make inside me with those eyes I can�t believe how much you love to listen to things that rub together in my mind, in my secret place I show you everything that comes up in the sift You see it all as gold Sometimes I rain new eyes when you look at me that way I want to freeze frame your gaze beneath our cool lime moon and write across rocks how we got there clues just in case we drift away from love �April 2002 Dark Mistress |