The ungoverned Sun got unbuttoned
by the revolving earth. A flower rose
amongst the weeds beneath the river oak
standing in the morning. I unzipped
my pants; she did a Sun salutation
on the wet grass. I thought I saw the world
reveal itself to us in the quick play
of shadow on the sod. It's like her skin
gives light to everything, removes the stars
from heaven with its brightness. I undress
her like the turning earth undresses day
and plays with her. The lawless Sun unfolds
itself about me, nude light envelops
the order I've become amongst decadence.
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