When Satori Appears As a Woman

When Satori appears as a woman,
The dark hue of grass will always sting the skin
Against the plethora of lamp-light Augusts,
As dreams pour their colored mulch,
Like broken cloaks revealing rusted springs,
You must dodge the traffic hate and stand.

Time is state propaganda,
For only the sun has twisted our parting,
Has moved with cold knowledge of the warmth.
We long for simmering mammal love,
While trees grow horny
For sailors and nurses thighs.

Satori and sex are species-less and species-like.
Orgasm is blue-ribboned DNA mothering,
Cookied reward for crashing the billion-year party,
Our satori sex can be mundane or clear-eyed --
When satori appears as a women.