Forgive the forgotten kiss. Forgive being
late. Forgive the misspoken, misunderstood
word. Love expands as the eyes widen.
Midlife love learns beyond the expectation
of the singular taste of all oranges. Peel
one and the flavor stays unique onto itself.
Blending a bath gives uniformity. You
are different each day, peeled away,
and sectioned into slices. Yet,
the intensity of juice arrives in days,
months, years and decades. Time built
on the tiniest of yeses that fashion forgiveness
out of the moments of pulp. We build,
beyond an alter or petal or pedestal,
a love that knows names and skins and flesh
of the everyday. Each act of forgiveness,
yours and mind, combine us further,
revealing a clean finish in the mouth.
Each day a new peel, a new taste.
Each year a blending of revealed taste.
Each decade, a river flows us together.
Think about water.