When you caught me in the garden,
I do confess that I was waiting for you with my
little wicker basket full of enigmas and wax Madonna’s
When you caught me in the garden,
the moon was just a sickle-shaped child,
and its little beams crushed my heart with
the force of yawning giants and looming folklore
When you caught me in the garden,
my lips were coated with velvet lies and
thousand-year-old cherry juice
I parted them slightly, expecting your deceiving kisses
When you caught me in the garden,
I let my eyes shift with the rolling tide,
gray-blue and twinkling with a manic gleam
When you caught me in the garden,
you told me I was
infinite
and
beautiful,
and I believed you
Rachel Engler
