She has to stand on a chair –

to reach my top cupboards
small, muscled, swan like.
delighted when bare goes to full.

we met on retreat –

egg yolks, frayed emotions.

*

but when the sun rises on The Dart its seen a thousand times over.

and over.

brilliant white surrounding orange.
crunchy soft to dip.

It’s like that between us –

belly dancing into dusk.

Much love Txx