The orchard like crystal reflections of ripe fruit

The orchard like crystal reflections of ripe fruit

You’re looking round my trees again!
Well, the fruit all fell last fall,
I sure didn’t expect this
when the chilly winds rolled in.
Maybe they blew you in all cold to the bone,
all bones and phantom like,
looking for spring in my orchard.
I waited all summer and into the fall,
all those days
with nothing but the thought of you to live with
like stale air in a long closed room.
Breezeless hot summer days when the heat bakes hard,
burning days in hell while the trees’ roots reach deep down.
I watered the trees when they were dry,
then the birds came with the clouds like a plague….
The days long brought me to sleep and dreams,
dreams of you and I in the orchard,
in love with sun light washing down in beams of golden warmth;
your eyes touching me eternal,
the press of desire filling me hard,
my eyes golden capturing your love as the fruit grew
till the birds found the fertility of the orchard, like my love…
bare they left it,
as you did.
Look now, how the winter brings
the bite of frozen memories
and icy light dances in the halls
like a crystal chandelier that carries images of you and us,
of dreams and lies --
Of fruit and flies!