Listening to a bird sing on a nearby branch

Tell me Dear, your dreams
until you can sing no more
and the night is too heavy
to carry any further even
with my fat bellied help

Remind me of some green place
where you've never been
but imagine in every celtic bone
and with every rush of semen
between your sweet pink thighs.

Tell me Dear, your hopes
until you can write no more
and the morning is too thick
with the dew of our duty
to family, friends and God

Remind me of some dry cave
where you've never slept
but dreamt in holy prayers
to your heathen dieties, to whom
you've sacrificed menstrual blood
upon ancient stone altars.

Tell me Dear, your loves
until you can love no more
and this life is too empty
to believe anything more
even with my poetry

Remind me of some sublime moment
where we fucked
but were never caught
by anyone, even God
all knowing and all mighty.