A simple, down at heel farmhouse, up in the Appalachian hills.
Our little world, our little paradise, just you and I, and our dreams.
We work the garden together in the bright of day, making our way.
And at night we sit and talk on the porch steps, hold each other tight.
Preserved foods and salted meat, our stores for the winter on it’s way.
The words we write, the words we read, the things we conjure in our hearts.
Sunday at the river, we swim nude together, free and innocent, without shame.
As we drift to sleep together at night, you place my hand on your belly,
whisper about the one more thing we could ask for, the most precious gamble.
Our little garden, our little paradise, sweetness after the fall, but another will come.
The world will find us, and this innocent place will be lost, and our sweetest selves.
Me and Charlotte play a pick-up game of Soccer in heaven, the day is done.
Hot sun and shiny sweat and matted hair, heave breaths, we are having fun.
The poison pours out as we laugh and run and kick the ball on fresh cut turf.
The sweat takes the salt of tears and of life, evaporates away the sins of earth.
We grow young, clean and sweet, like before in those childhood summers past.
The light is back in her eyes, the softness is in my heart agin; this time it will last.
Blue, blue sky above and the eye of the sun, and the days that will never end now.
I chase her down the field and she is fast and kicks it past the edge of the grass.
She cheers and jumps and blows me a kiss, full of fire and grit and indomitable sass.
She smiles as I retrieve the ball, and dribble towards her, welcoming the fight.
She smiles, wide and bright, as she tries to stop me now, and all is good and right.
Tonight, our goddess the moon will kiss us goodnight with her silver incandescence.
Me and Charlotte will cuddle up close, pure and warm, death, loss cast off in obscelescence.
I’ll kiss her head, bury my face in her hair, and we’ll share a dream of crashing blue water.
We are again innocent and soothed by Eden, we’ve outrun demons that caught me, that caught her.
Shy smile and mischief in her eyes.
Just us here. Only the ocean knows our names.
Our bodies warm in an embrace. The sun so forgiving.
A garden for us. Just us. No longer needing names.
Just us. The sun that is our mother and the sky that is her eyes.
Everything is endless. Everything is bright.