Maracuja

Maracuja

The long touch from your waist down your bikini line

Graces a lexicon of mauve and cream; words you taught me and

No one else knows: sebrím, entablar —

Words holding the DNA of hurried immediacy and

Dawn’s intimacy stretched over an ocean of land.

Our legs & arms wrapped in a loose island knot

Ready to be undone, and undone yet again.

A taste of maracuja sends us back there.

— May 2019