You Nailed Me

You nailed me To the garden fence with a kiss, Translucent-blood then wet my lids Like sunlight after a heavy shower. Apple-fresh the goblet-cup opened It's olive pores of the greenwood. I held you, too tightly at first limb for limb. Then o'er oil and water mixed, before parting? 'Virginity is a yellow bruise that grapples Like a naked swimmer' inherently drowning Expounding: for some forbidden fruit. It's now then you gaze at me as though Your Eden had already overgrown Chopping backwards at some underpass Your eyes droop like summer scorched nettles That reveals me as an unremitting, wilderness. Even now, the air! Still, pollinates that long-off aspersed-seed. Even now—when your garden fence No-longer beckons me to that leap over The nature of the slug, Is still here abundant ready to curl, cling. Yes, it was right then I too did not live up to you For you were a flower of the golden meadow And I, I was a flower of the woodland vine. You were a primrose and I am a jungle climbing fig In memories bound up of your distant sunlight.