Truth In Winter

by Ben Pickard

What does "I love you" mean
when the light is balmy with summer's haze
and the scent of jasmine soaks the air around us?

What does whispering the word "forever" prove
when it snakes so serenely from the parting
between your luscious lips?

"I am yours" deceives
as it finds footing on the breeze
and the branches of the laden trees
and is caressed amongst the fruit
and the rustle of the laughing leaves.

Tell me this again when your chattering teeth
are gripped by winter's cold and honest freeze.

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