I thought I would love you foreverโand, a little, I may, in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent, or reach for a man: as one might stretch for the three or four fruit that lie in the sun at the top of the tree; too ripe for any moment but this, they open their skin at first touch, yielding sweetness, sweetness and heat, and in me, each time since, the answering yes.
Jane Hirshfieldas some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us.
Jane Hirshfield