The gate

Wild cerasee bourds my walls

A deep hole lurks where the dogs have dug

But they won’t go in

They sit and wait along the verge

Knowing I will

But I eat beer and cake

Cerasee bords my gate

Woman lies dreaming on

The

Border

The edge of the bed is at her back

Her angels lie spooned with her

And I feel the vibe along my rib

Rich wicked yellow-flowered

Cerasee whickers in the dark, along

The fence creaking in the breeze there

Where something smooth, shiny black, I know

Glides between our roots

Day and night jurema preta roots pass

Beyond the pale, beneath the ragged edge

Where wild cerasee bourds my gate

The orange pod bitter pill

Adam splits its shell and vomits

Blood red seeds among the rocks

Against the fenced house’s walls

Melon fingers’ twining crawl

They lead to where I stand astride

The borded lemniscate

Put aside

Beer and cake