If you remember just one thing….
Remember when she spoke your name
In seven different voices.
Delicate as an apple blossom.
As if you were not flesh and bone
But starlight and a million different shades of lavender.
Remember her tongue on your skin
Lingering to melt the snowflakes.
And you may melt a little more
Every time you think of her.
Dark night blue
Is the colour of midnight ice.
Bottomless black.
Stricken and random
Are the branches in the orchard.
And if you ever think of her in shorter days
And if you find you miss her
Remember the apple blossom days
But never forget the winter.
