fruit

I am eating an orange
On your back porch
With the
Shade covering
All but my feet
and white ankles.
I don’t bother thinking anymore,
I mostly eat oranges now
And maybe a banana,
When you are not watching.
But you asked me to think about
Us-and what I think we are
And I’m afraid that I have forgotten how
To play these label games.
I don’t understand
How there
Is still a question like that
Coming from your lips
What do I think we are?
Obviously
We are fools
Trying desperately to grab
The air
Between us

meant to be

There are six-and-a-half billion fish
And you are pursuing the right one.
All of the stars in this magical universe
Have aligned perfectly for you.
May you fall into each others’ arms
And die immediately