the glory

we set out for nothing but still arrive with a harvest
to the pomegranate tree of our house in the city
when it is full of fruit
i will eat with you and we will hold each other as a sacrament
until our tongues are filled with honey
we will be young as the wind blowing through the garden
as we are when we dream of one another
and you will kiss me until my teeth are stained with the sweetness of the earth