Edenic

River bend; jacaranda spread your arms over dark stones.  Cascade and black ripple -- outermost, white foam.  A mosquito roams, rises and drops.  Blood is the warmth the sun threads under our skin.  Permit the broken sky in -- he seeks the comfort of torment.  Lightning lent life; thunder is the cry it gave out of the gate.  Set the oak table for eight.  Use a placemat to hide the human stain.