Rowing in Eden

a poem- "Futile the winds - to a heart in port" -Emily Dickinson

Emily’s letters to Sue. (Dickinson: 2019 Apple TV)

She stood in balanced blue

Ebony eyes - a quiet hue

Dark as coffee in the night,

Dragonfly in amber daylight.

The birth of Venus stuck the morn,

Hers was I - Born to adore

Hers was I - Her woman to port

Rowing in Eden - my “Sue - Forevermore!”

Sealing my fate - I entered her gate

I strode upon her orchid moor

Her petals and waves - Her pearl in place

A treasure and feast - Her berry-sweet taste

Rowing in Eden - For blush of rose to kiss her face

Quiet I ponder - Silent in wonder

Of crimson lines once down my spine

Pinking scar - upon my side

Fingers burrowed between my thighs

Fingers plunder - in tandem we sighed.

Rowing in Eden - She gave me gold mines.

Rowing in Eden - We danced upon the line.

Rowing in Eden - Her skin within mine.

Rowing in Eden - Our hearts sweetly tied.