I wish I could eat the berries you left
in the bowl, on the table
your hands were stained almost blood red
and your brow was stung with sweat
You came home to find me sprawled
on the floor, covered in every blanket in the house
"I was cold" I said, my eyes alight,
I noticed how strangely you looked like a ghost
You placed the dish of little red fruits
down, before rubbing the juice on your pants
You kneeled down beside me and touched my wrist
with a smile growing like olive branches
We laughed, and the dog barked, and we swear we heard
the sea rolling and tumbling outside our door
Wrapped together, with only the light of candles
We were warm, despite harsh winter
The room smells of fresh berries and cinnamon,
or tinder and even of lavender
A dog at our feet, and our work complete
We lulled on the floorboards of our hearts.
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