Morning is up
awakened by the coo
of a mourning dove

or was it the machines
outside digging
the dozers churning up
the earth

It is dark and rain
falls intermittently
cool and damp
inside the room

I sit naked and write
wrapped in a Mexican blanket

Ecstasy wakes in me
the body of the God
in love with his Life

I am That
and ever was
and will be until
the curtain rises
and time disappears

My Lover is awake
and time disappears


Image Map © 1998 Phillip B. Burton