loquat theives

I imagine your private sanctuary
An enclosed bit of earth and stone
Concrete poured between them
Fruit trees along the walls…
In sunlight light you can lay
Just in just out of sight
From a prying world
Except those thieving squirrels
As they hunt and chase and play
Taking dusky loquats from your tree
Getting drunk on rich sunny juice.

We could watch them there
As we lay full in midsummer warmth
So hot that clothes had been shed
Left behind inside where it’s cool.
My hand with ice from a pitcher
Of real southern lemonade
Runs dreamily down your side
Sending shivers in stark silver daylight
As eager hands and clever tongues
Trade secrets back and forth

Oh sweet sanctuary,
Air spiced with the heavy smells
Of your full ripe fruit
As it waits eager for a hungry mouth
To enwrap, entwine, engulf it
To tease the juice from tender skin
In summer passion drink it down
For high vaulted arches
For deep velvet shrines
We can explore our wonders
And still not see it all

I’d lay with you in that day
Till my body was burnt bright blue
And play as we lay side by side by side
Your body sticky with soursweet sweat
And tarty taste of loquats
We stole back from squirrels
As we chased each other
In our own crafty ways
These delicious moments
Ripend like fruit in your yard
We chose to steal away together