Only Yes
By Judith Heron
If I send this poem to you,
you having only moments ago
left my door, will you know
it as an invitation? Will you
think as I do, feel your way
into the possibility of this much
love? I say love, do you hear me?
As though you have always
been worthy, and I , your friend,
calling out the oldest question.
Can you imagine saying yes
at last? I stand before
you. Yes on my lips,
inside of me only yes,
my arms full of yes
like ripe tomatoes.
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