You inhabit the tangled mass
Of my mind’s garden
Like hidden strawberries

I brush a vine
Move a branch
Change an angle
And a luxurious deep red fruit
Surprises with its brightness
Delights with anticipation

A ruby of precious value
Its juices a rich sweetness
Finer than wine
Satisfying the most parched lips
With its balance of subtle tartness

And with each turn
Through the foliage
I am graced again and again
To find you