Swing baby

Swing baby, Swing
from the empty bedroom
where you lay
naked
to the burning sycamore
that marks the spot where we made love.

Run baby, run
down the street to the gully
where the rusted remains
of the tricycle that carried us
from the garage
to the mailbox
remember the first words
we shared
and forgot
and remember fondly now

sing baby, sing
in the tall grasses of our diamond etched dreams
where we lay
naked
on fire
in love.