On the long hike
you daydream
about what you’ll say
if you’re ever found out—
if your late night
conversations go unerased,
lingering like ripened fruit
in your online garden
of temptation.
Your first bite
wasn’t sweet or bitter
but it was new, strange—
an explosion of taste
you couldn’t help but crave.
Would it matter
to your lover
that you struggled at first?
That you ignored the
fresh scent of his flowers?
Are you still guilty
if you didn’t fall in love—
if you only wanted
to follow his beauty
into another landscape
for a while?
What if you did fall in love?
Your defense
would be the same.
You would have come back,
you promise.
You promise
you were on your way back.

DeMaris Gaunt

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