jarred by the picture of your face
i remember the brownness of you
startled by the elfin perfection of your little body
in love with the length of cock
with the walnut sack, with the smell of
cologne and that late summer time mercy
when in a hurry you came to my house and in a moment were
naked before me
in a moment were inside
and we collided again and again
and i held you then
i became the earth and the mother
and you the husband, and you the
elf
and you the child
in a while
there will be another such wind
and then goddess of easter
and lust will send you again