July 18

by C

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Should I speak of you
in hushed tones?

When I say your name
it is citrus-bright–

people I don’t know
are happy for me.

My heart is a grove,
orange blossoms at night–

giddy in the dark,
small, but how

we betray ourselves,
always reaching out

to close a distance,
to fill the air

with scented prayer, first
to make time speed by,

second, to linger
in your arms,

I’ll gladly share
the space, if

it means
one moment longer–

OPTIONAL POETRY