woman is the land (for Lisa)

smooth long young body
of woman is the land
I was evicted from it
afflicted by debt
unable to pay the rent

I remembered her scent
how she yielded to touch
to my labour
the fine texture of soil
of complexion

the landlord had said
unreliable
I was taken from her
the pool of her eyes was drunk up by crops
the curve of her lips soft as furrows
her eyelashes bushes in bloom
her eyebrows windbent blades
her voice 
voice of water and leaves

now it was crack of thunder
and my family of feelings and furniture
in the rain of each night
while the flames of her hair
once alighting her shoulders in warmth
were now up in the sky
with the cottage roof gone in a minute

this is crime
this is arson
the most savage of questions a lash
was I evicted from her or by her?

for the land didn't budge when I left
didn't shiver
not one step was ever taken towards me

yet I dream
yes I dream of her