naked garden

i will make love to you
in the warmth of a naked garden;
the sun above, nothing but us below.
my heart soars, it's a quiet bird,
it's wings tipped in blue.
everything i need is
in your lips, your touch
on my curves,
pale as a gutair.
the walls of our house
would hold good kinds of secrets,
no bruised embarassments, no guilty wounds.
you are my happy secret--
i keep you inside of me,
the blood in my arm, the marrow of my bones.
breathing in, and out,
our lungs are like trees;
expanding, growing green.