Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

She stood in the open frame of the patio door
The hem of her kimono, lifted by the warm breeze
The air felt heavy, my mind about to fray
I long to touch the slight pulse in her throat
Seconds drag by as I stood hidden
beneath the branches of the blossom tree
I stumble towards her, wanting to offer
The wild strawberries I had picked
Longing to sit, watch her eat
To watch her lips wrap around each strawberry
Knowing this simple act would un-fray my mind
All would be right with the world…

© Anita Dawes 2021