The gates of the garden

by Marcello Comitini

We fell asleep against each other
on this side of the garden gates
the wings of a seagull cast their shadow
like that of an angel with a drawn sword.
A fire rises from our bodies.
On the horizon a red sun dyes the leaves
of the new day.
A fruit has fallen at your side
wet with dew or silent weeping
His pulp di lui is a blood clot
between your virgin legs.
You gave yourself to my love
as between the arms of a dream.

To my love?

We rejoice together of this dream
beyond the gates of our garden
Image by laszlo zakarias from Pixabay

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