IN A ROCK GARDEN
 

Nestled in the chilled lap
of purple dusk,
sleepy flowers twist shut,
as we embrace
and taste the salty peach
in each other's flesh
trembling beneath
the crescent Moon's
lunar smile.

Tonight,
we lie together,
tomorrow's fears unborn,
sleeping in a rock garden,
unharmed,
unknown,
and un-alone.

Tonight,
we are four blue fish
swimming in synchronicity,
as your eyes follow my eyes,
tracing an invisible,
impenetrable magic circle
around our hearts,
and I whisper secrets
to you,
then swear oaths,
pressing you down
beneath me.

Slowly, we wake
and rise up
to walk
into that golden Garden
which yawns between us
and the world we left behind
...for tonight
...for now
...for just
                        this
                               one
                                      moment.

~ Bud Evans, (c) 2000 ~