what i can imagine…

my thoughts of you are like flowing water
>a river… clear, cold water running over brown, mossy stones…

sorrow comes as in a circle
and cannot be rolled up like a mat
>a mat that one sleeps on and can be rolled-up come morning…

draws me with her comehither eyes
wrestles me down between her bent thighs
>eyes of a snake… then, an image of a man being suffocated by one…

they are like nipples to the tree
like a child I shall suck their milk
>nipples… and a baby suckling upon it…

like a palm tree you are stately
and like its clusters are your breasts
>a woman’s naked body… slender, strong waist… firm breasts…

goodly is your beauty, honeysweet
>a jar of honey… the one portrayed in “winnie the pooh”…

why withhold thy goodness
sending down death and famine
>a field covered in darkness, red skies… a wasteland…

and was there water, vast and fathomless
>an ocean… during twilight… when little light is in the sky, and little streaks of light reflect on the water’s surface…

well tended is mankind – god’s cattle;
>a herd of cows… then, a butcher comes…

but only by letting alone is the world won under heaven
the divine brothers frolicked, singing back and forth
>a cast of angels… playing…

the grass will spring up from the land
but i am not grass
>a blade of grass… green and shimmering with dew early in the morning…

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