Winter was our season
With lavender in bloom
We gardened so well in darkness
And my love still transfixed
At the thought of your lips
tracing my name with your tongue

And when we loved

God

when we loved

how my mouth loved to echo your shape
I would gather your darkness with the cup of my hands
And drink from your smell and your taste

Burnt in my mouth is red wine and honey
I savor your pleasant and smooth
And still through the night
It’s your voice from behind
That warms my lavender mood