i did not know
so my hands kept moving
understanding outpaced by passion
i did not understand
so nothing froze
i was made stupid
in the beauty of creation
the clever ask what it means
the righteous demand its purpose
but i am already gone
i do not stay to explain
they cannot hold my love
they perform borrowed motions
to call them their own
their questions golden snares
for moving hands
if i had known
i would have stopped
fall into my hips
and forget the steps
to dance with me
hold me in your gaze
and forget my name
to see my face
in this garden of desire
drink dew with the palm of your hand
and lay drunk with me
what is it for
what does it prove
what is its use
i cannot say
i have forgotten my name
and become the bloom
