Love poem in a garden

I wish that I knew

How to say her name out loud

so that she would know

just how much I want to hold her

as we wander under

dormant arms of willows.

I don’t want to let go,

Except to exclaim at a grove of snowdrops

Their heads nodding, sharing secrets

I want to do the same with her

Stretch toward the sky,

stomach skin pulling and shoulder blades blossoming

Until I am so full of her sun

I can’t help but lean in.

Her body taking on my weight

In the garden in March.