Share this fruit with me
And I will collect in a pool at your feet
But not like a shivering child.
Push me down the dunes and laugh
While the palms sway in languorous heat
And the sand softens your toes.
Push me aside against the cinder block wall
And stride past without looking –
Toss your hair in nonchalance.
Place your hand on my neck
And pull me to your shoulder
Because time calls on us to dance.
Will there ever be enough tomorrows with you
To fill all the empty yesterdays?