from Austin International Poetry Festival Anthology di-vêrsé-city - 2005
edited by Vicki Goldsberry

If I Had A Garden Of Dreams

I’d plant you, because blood
oranges cannot compare to the
color of you between my teeth and
even coconut’s milk is not sweeter than
yours on my tongue, and even still,
fresh ground cinnamon cannot compete
with the kiss of your lips on my skin,
so much more pleasing to the palate than
anything any garden here on earth, could
ever hope to offer.