like the leaves
on the lawn
of your childhood house
in autumn
in the colours of their painted living rooms
glimpsed through the blinds
(it is dusk, and you walk by,
head hooded & ducked
against the dew
falling)
wait, no wait-
patterned in more colours,
colours in the velvet paintings of
tahiti
and
jesus
(why did he wear thorns and why
did he hold that burning heart?)
colours in the velvet pantings of
your
first
girlfriend
(wet and distant, she hovers on the edge
of your memory)
patterned in more colours
colours of your secret dream time corridors,
the twisting, singing,
swinging doors
(the sacred geometry lab
in your head)
patterned in rocking hips rocking,
and stinging lips
shocking
(you
held me down and
I liked it
a little)
patterned
in the latticework of
your music, ever
unfolding, undoing me,
beginning this over again-
life is patterned
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