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?