feeling like I'd rather be

anything but "it" again

in this cosmic game of tag

when all the heart of earth 

can want

is to be a mortal girl

with warmth inside her hands

and words she only

has to hear

like sweet nothings 

can seem easy to believe

but then you are the clarity

that is made of sense

the ghost lover who seduces 

the layers of the day

to naked and exposed

the bringer of innocence

where ignorance grew its roots

from the time the garden opened 

and it was said 

that one went with the other

when in truth they are opposed

you are the proof of knowing

I have starved out 

with hunger for

to ripe and dangling from

the straining limb

when coming of celestial age

requires the loss of ignorance

for innocence played in games

like children running wild

in the rooms of endless times

and if you hide

then I will seek

through gardens we imagine 

and build with what 

we both can clearly see

so if I'm tagged again to "it"

don't think you'll get too far

with my unshaded eyes

that are keening 

to seeing inside the dark

I will find you in this dream

and we can play at games 

of cosmic make believe

woven of illuminations

of what real is really real