The Faith of Withered Seeds

I try and exit
          quick the body
my lips

move like moths
          at the center
of the apple

from the center
          of the orchard
a blue diamond

reflects my startled grin
          how to plant silence
like an antique

pack of seeds
          found in the folds
of an encyclopedia

without instructions
          for care
in the Garden

I watch the moon
          lay itself across You
I watch white petals

wrap Your head
          I watch a man kiss You
the way I once kissed You 

goodnight