I LIE IN BED IN ANTICIPATION

I lie in bed in anticipation of

Burnt orange blossom-smelling nights

By grassy countryside hills

In small apartments rooms with dim apricot lights

I dream of splitting a peach in my hands 

While cross-legged in a field

While strong winds blow over my skin

Carrying with them the scent of tangerine peels 

I dream of Him and I decorating each other’s hair with orange blossoms

And sharing poems and critiques about paintings and pastry crumbs

I’ll sew thread through flowers and bows and buttons

Paint about ballerinas and liquor and peaches and plums

I’ll spend whole days sleeping in the sun

And smile at the fact that I’m happy as one