My love was a dream
Of my love.

Personified and deified,
She came to me and I to her
In a garden where ideas walk
And beings morph like gods.

And so we walked and were in love,
In each in love with each,
And could not separate our loves
And fell.

In love
We fell.

And my love was to blame
Who fed on love
And gave to me to eat
A poison fruit
That killed the dream
Of love.

And we awoke
In the garden
With our loves.