Under the Avocado Tree

In the late afternoons we meet,

under the avocado tree

Enshrouded in the fragrant canopy of leaves... 

We draw circles in the sand with our feet

every now and again, a fruit tumbles down for us to eat.

And oh how we eat... 

You chew on my thoughts like decadent pastry

I sip on your words, tangy yet refreshing.

We paint the air with our hands 

And carve our names with our teeth,

 marking this place for eternity 

As the sun dips low in the sky

We stammer and trip over simple words, 

suddenly shy 

It is time to say goodbye. 

You have your obligations and I... 

I'll be just fine you'll see.

Until we meet again, next week

Under the avocado tree