Ripe
October 31st, 2005
He sings sweet blessings around my head
Buzzes like a fruit gnat
In two days his love has multiplied tenfold
I see his caress in the corner with the tomato stain
His biting kisses tangled in my hairbrush
There is no coming down from here.
Tomorrow his blue eyes will open to
Ethiopian beans.
Hidden in a pink canister
Our love
Is safe from harm
Buttercream spattered on the toaster
The heat of his breath sends cinnamon twirling.
Above our heads
There is light,
Soft, hazy
Words in the oven now
When the timer dings
Send me home.
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