Passion Fruit

PASSION FRUIT Munching shiny apples in the fruit market We faced each other without pretending, Our tablecloth of pure white unmarked Cotton, and our full cups overflowing. I was the prettiest in the city, thinking I am just the woman loved and loving, For happiness makes any woman a picture. We are the couple I have always dreamed of, When they look with tenderness at each other And shine from the inside because of their love. One face glows with light from the other A hand-touch sparks the fervour, Brightening as entwining fingers Tighten in anticipating more Warm-whiteness surge and outpour - After this fruitful prenuptial supper. Good-morrow and we wake. I feel your soul softly shake: It’s life - the apple of my eye. It is all my shining world round Apples fallen from the same tree We are one soul from one ground.