You had no room for a garden at your
house in Valencia
so you made an Eden from brick walls.
I remember your kitchen full of tropics;
how you loved the hot plants.
Loved what they whispered of even
more; fleshy, supple summer nights
with no need of sleep.
Do you remember those golden afternoons,
those siestas full of honeysuckle
and oranges?
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
You had no room for a garden at your
house in Valencia
so you made an Eden from brick walls.
I remember your kitchen full of tropics;
how you loved the hot plants.
Loved what they whispered of even
more; fleshy, supple summer nights
with no need of sleep.
Do you remember those golden afternoons,
those siestas full of honeysuckle
and oranges?
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