Bruised Fruit
You in soft focus
beneath an eventide,
hands freckled
from planting sunlight.
The leaf and vine
of a meshed sensoria
colors me in.
My eyes are meshed
trace me out
in your twilit garden.
At last it is okay
to be these veteran actors
in our own love story.
We are bruised fruit
yet starlight paints
us anew.
You smile in me.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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