Cherries
February 1, 2010
for Dani
Her mouth, so sunset dark
had eaten cherries. Carefully,
to leave the stems still
vining from the seed.
Bobbing down the stairs,
her look said they were naked
in a china bowl, tabled
sunning near the parted window.
The unforbidden pleasures
taken in an air of worship,
these she understood,
and so I knew that as well
as mine, she was the sun-dressed bride
of a still-young God, hanging
the trees, late afternoons,
with red delicacies.
1.22.10
