OPTIONAL POETRY

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 […]