what chance would we have had
to meet again
two fresh green cherry plums
in the same tree everybody shakes
with the craving for fresh fruit of a child

what chance would I have had
to reach my hand to your heart
as if to a bee nest
to taste its honey

your arms a small forest
our moment of closeness throwing sparkles
like a camp fire and love stories
beginning to tell our own

we talked
our absences into
giving us life again