I have three figs
they are so sweet
so cold
sunlight softens
along the draped curtains
like a veil over our room
me at the table
you sprawled upon the mattress
brought from upstairs
the tangerine cat sits at the window
of the garden
as breeze ruffles a palm
our clothes hang to dry
the soft buzz of cars and chirps of birds
a house too big for three
summer’s inferno
you my refuge