You've forgotten my birthday again
and I can no longer pronounce
your sister's name.
I only write love songs
to my fickle public.
I have given away the last of my honesty

to thicken the cake.
Who knew?

But
I've renounced these temple pipedreams
Now I will
Burrow
deep inside
me and yourself
past the songlines
through the waterfall
underneath your air-conditioned love,
unconditional.