elfin

[underoakes]

this yellow patch
of grass was
where I rested
I had a
brown leathered paperback
on my left hand
and used it
to cover my face
the smell of
paper
the smell of
youth
I fell into
a deep sleep
I wanted to
be awakened
and find God
at the end of
a Sigur Ros falsetto
and smile
and dance to
the silence of
mountains
'cuss I want
Him there
Perfect
as I've
always had
imagined him to
be and be
drunk
with my thoughts
jumping from
scree to scree
oak trees fornicate
to form a
love cave
for me to
die happy
with my feet
fondling your skin
as we wait for
the arrival of
enlightenment
in the form
of infants.