To Valentina forever.
We perched together, dug in roots that reached but did not intertwine for so long to each other
I lay, arms stretched in darkness, noon through the curtain call
One neighbor has come to me, swathed in her cloak and veil blue as the sea.
Your hips are an orchard, where I put my lips, teeth, and tongue to the fruit that ripens with our heat.
I would like to spend all my hours in all my days being a child with you.