“I saw you under the fig tree”
the Beloved has seen you, unseen,
and fallen in love at first sight.
Drunk already with your loveliness,
they see in you what you can’t.
The rose has no idea.
They watch for you when you’re not looking,
plan as one consumed
how to happen upon you.
Your name drips from your Lover’s lips
like wine they are still tasting,
as if the first kiss has already been granted.
The Smitten One sees your life together,
but ever the humble suitor,
waits for you to ask.
Perhaps a musician from the orchestra
has told you what makes the music so sweet:
the longing is within you.
—January 9, 2018