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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