The Orchard
Under blossoms
she palms overripe fruit
and rends berries
and dirt
beneath an anxious
toe
Eve is a fig
who startles the shade
and I am her shadow
who blushes
and winces
like a lemon between
her legs
Under blossoms
she palms overripe fruit
and rends berries
and dirt
beneath an anxious
toe
Eve is a fig
who startles the shade
and I am her shadow
who blushes
and winces
like a lemon between
her legs
