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.
