Poem Eight: The Earth is In-Between You and Heaven

The earth is in-between 

you and heaven.

We are music of plants.  

Strings of a violin.

Love is a bird made of milk 

and water. 

The earth is in-between 

you and heaven.

You draw the maps of Rome.

I follow you there.

You are my lifeboat.

My hands among the grasses.

We are one arrow of flowers,

previously thought to be two.