I used to wake to the sound of the snake A prodding and princing,
the garden to take A little sprinkling to redden a rose Ever-present
layabout, green garden hose
 As summer kids to cool out from sun bake We'd run showers, paddle
pools, after grass rake Would prop him and top him from yard to pose
Full-on, spinning from Hills Hoist-green garden hose
Now when I pass he is bound to the stake Wrapped around tap and scarcely
awake Condemned to dryness, coiled tight, unwritten prose Serving water
restrictions--green garden hose
Some afternoons in the heat, in a dream doze Serpent-like you wrap my
torso--spellbinding froze "Liberty" I writhe, my darling to
make Feeling the rush, parting scream--green garden hose
I think maybe 'I will', that no one law knows What can happen
in private yard if I chose I'll slide sleek wetness, public brown I
will fake Parched virtue, sated with my green garden hose
Your lick through my hair becoming a lake I reach you from knob, u-turn,
long length to slake In shimmering melt, together to coze Around once
more with squealing--green garden hose
So to it--unwind and stretch fat, my snake Drub and dram, rivulets,
stroke duck and drake My finger in you, spread sparkles to my toes We
arc so widely--lovely green, garden hose