we ate cherries under a waxing moon
spit their pits into the golden grass
and i wondered: had i ever envied stone fruit before?
because in this moment, i did.
how i wanted him to take my heart
into his mouth and remove the deep red flesh
from the seed with
his teeth and tongue
and spit my clean soul into the tall grass so it
could shimmer in the moonlight,
bathe in her white hue,
and i wanted to do the same to him.
i wanted us to chew off all the veils, the masks, the pride, the armor
and just be next to each other in the grass.
he reached over and held my wrist so gently
played with my bracelet as he looked up to the moon.
and I nodded.
we faced each other, his eyes caught the cool moonlight
and he said,
as if he was seeing me for the very first time.