Under the Mandrakes

i want you green

green and ripening in green shade

ripening to green

i feel it in my mouth

green and thirsting

agony green ferment dream agony

this is the world agony agony

tomorrow love will be rocks

and time a breeze under the mandrakes

but green as we go

green all the way to the end

green i want you green

—after Lorca on Whitman with lines from Lorca but unlike Lorca