I used to take long walks with her, we were lovers
laid side by side. I fed her with offerings
of strawberry words, avocado melodies.
I floated in the mist of her tears. Her lips smelled
of bergamot and lavendar.
Men and children came and went and she became the distant
memory of my desire. She walked away through the rainforest
in my dreams each night, fled from neglect.
Now songs choke at the pit of my throat, poems drift off
on stormy clouds.
And how will I lure her now, you ask? After all these years
and no reunion to speak of?
I will type, I will strum, I will pray
to whichever goddess hears, and never again
never again lose sight of her.