Written by Jasmeen Kaur
Illustrated by Barbra Daly
"Even so, I’ll still dream of you tonight."
The mango tree blooms
Red nacres, gilded peridots that hang
Thick for the plucking, only to
Die sweetly on the vine. Love is a seed!
Who frantically attempts to manifest body
And being, but recoils stillborn and swollen.
Even so, I’ll still
Dream of you tonight.
Wearied peaches bruise
Hopelessly for ripening, so I held a
Burial for our blooming (and expectedly,
You did not attend). The roses darken
As they lay dying on the here-lies-the-
Memory-of-you and in the distance, a
Nectarine sunset is lovingly looked upon and then
Forgotten, never to be tasted again.
Even so, I’ll still
Dream of you tonight.
Stones of plums, apricots, and other fruits
You don’t eat resurrect you out of the
Grave you were never buried in. I graze
The lychee seed with my teeth, rejoice in it’s sweet
Flesh. A Spring tongue dreams to taste the fruit of
Forgiveness, but Autumn blushes, only a moment away.
Even so, I’ll still
Dream of you tonight.
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