Baby Love.

[Guest guest]

Time was, when the green fields ran winding round

the planet of being, just so.

Just so, in their meandering misbehaving way,

with no thought for the way of it. Just so.

We were deep and delved, and free running on the

legs of this world, with heart ease that knew not of

heart or soul or any distinction between the two.

The sun rose in our heads. Just so.

Ah, but not knowing, was being known, in all this

trip-lighting vagabond sway-laying, flown into being

baby love days of our liking. Green as the tea of a

magical leaf set upon this drop-in place of our

drinking. Mind mistook. Time tooled. Oh yes, time took just so.

A taste became made in the mind memory.

Misbegotten mask of I and you. A go between my

love and I. The world was saying its prayers by rote,

and even making grammatical notes. Ah poor baby love,

we lost you just so.

And so, this belly of time was filled to surfeit, and no

one saw the Beloved walk away to tend another

garden, while the winking stars played their love

songs to the milk white breasts of the moment of our

forgetting. Just so.

And so, and so and even so, the husk of the sun flower

that had once seeded the heart, opened space in the

womb white waste, with such a secret, a sowing grace in

the once upon a time of you again returning. Love

came begging round the ground of you. Just so.

And so my dears, we speak of this and that, while

discarding coat and hat, and diving deep into longing

like this. Unmasking the scale of this fish flashing

skinny dipping two of us. Sweet ass flip over of pretense of

heart holding, and find a living in life again. Just so.

We all get to be pregnant now my love, my love. This time,

the timing is moon struck on the mint of perfection. I

carry your baby love, and you got mine. Just so.

love

eric

Copyright. 2002. Eric Ashford.