We will crack peppercorns and rub them into our neck for perfume.
When we come to the corner where the stargazer lily edges over the fence
I will say ‘Lean in.
At the point you wobble
We will marvel at the tiny pebbles etched into your knee…
Until the sound of spokes and wheels meet your ears and I witness your ache for age to arrive
For when can you too pedal and glide?
As your body begins to weigh upon mine with the stories you’ve collected this, one day
Your hands will collect the back of my head so you can meet my gleam.
‘How is it…’
we will say
‘…all of this