After Decades

Our day was filled
with planting new marigolds
hopefully turned to ripen.

Now we gather by your fire.
Build warmth
after day,
this cool evening in May,
when flames lick round the sunset
that comes a bit later each night.

Each night before summer,
let the days wax a little longer…
Let me stay here with you a while.
Let me feel your smile on my skin
when you whisper in my ear
and I do not hear you.
Instead, I am caught by the beauty
of your damp teeth,
your up-turned lips,
your warm breath
hinting at the vibrancy
of your pulse.

We have planted marigolds
in your garden this spring.
Shall I return to stay
when they are turned ripe?

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