marble sculptures
and splintering columns
heaven bleeding through gaps between stone
and casting golden light
onto the strong jaw of Athena
you wait for me by the pillars
orange on your lips and in melting hues
within your eyes.
you braid a marigold in my hair
(because you say it suits me, or something)
and you hand me
the rest of your orange -
as i sit on the steps beneath the sunset and
tear into the fruit,
it occurs to me that i see you -
warm and orange and fiery -
in the sun when it sinks into the horizon\'s loving embrace
and in the marigolds
that encompass foreign fields with an amber haze