lemon trees and a
strawberry breeze
taunt the winds of
you.

i pick a flower,
remember its
honey-tinted power,
and toss it in hopes of
you.

your cherry-kissed
hair and the
sea-blown air are the
definition of
you.

i cry into your
skin, beg for you to
love me from within,
and i’ll spend
peach-lit days with
you.