ghazal to lennon

remember when we sat on orange-peel boats overlooking the emerald sea of green?

when your arms would stitch musings into my waist--grassy thread, skin seamless, green /

& you’d stuff tulle down my unruly throat [be silent, still, as the inky ocean flows],

i taste citrus-- omphaloskepsis; peel the navel oranges, stems, leaves, green

why do you float beyond the kuiper belt & grind saffron into the space behind my ear /

we are but dust-- [swirling / deteriorating] caking onto oxidizing copper [green, green]

& the sun smiled at me as she sunk below the horizon, losing the war to nightfall /

you are clovers steeped in milk, once sweet, once lucky, once green;

now: drowning & you don’t know why, don’t notice the flame in your thighs, don’t notice

don’t care-- & there’s me, bruised, broken, laying against the sea of green