Fleur d'Oranger, Fragonard
I know this from the groves
speckled orange with fruit,
petal spotted white,
with leaves so green
they grip your soul.
I know this from a sunset,
From a time before you,
If there really ever was
a time before you.
I remember it so well,
But in memory,
Now shifted,
You were there
only because
I wish you had been.
Sweet and fresh
as a child’s hair
drying in the sun,
it lays languid
on my skin
and fills my heart
with sweetness
that once was lost
and now
is found
again.
speckled orange with fruit,
petal spotted white,
with leaves so green
they grip your soul.
I know this from a sunset,
From a time before you,
If there really ever was
a time before you.
I remember it so well,
But in memory,
Now shifted,
You were there
only because
I wish you had been.
Sweet and fresh
as a child’s hair
drying in the sun,
it lays languid
on my skin
and fills my heart
with sweetness
that once was lost
and now
is found
again.
Susanamia
