Come Join Me in the
Lemons
By Julia Burns
December 25, 2011
(Girl Holding Lemon, Bouguereau, 1899)
I am waiting not for you to join
me.
For I have ask more than mine
eyes have cried
This very morn the hills have
called my name
And I picked the plumpest fruit, round and deep
For I wait not for you to join me
I thought to slice each one
Prepare the juice of the sun and
the drops that weep from above
While sweet tendrils drip from my breast to
drive us
From this pane, for I dare not
want you to join me
As I lower into the cool chamber after
slipping down my gown
My lemons afloat are waiting for
you
For you have joined me into
taking this cool air, rippling water and all
And tasting what all is offered
but
I dare not ask for you to join me
You come of your own volition
Come join me in the lemons?
