"Her coloring was a hybrid
Of rubbed amber and the little flare of dawn rose in the kernel
Of an almond. It's a wonder to me that I have fingertips.
The knife was very sharp. The scented rose-orange moons.
Quarter moons, of fruit fell to the cutting board
So neatly it was as if two people lived in separate cities...
I would have given my fingertips to touch your cheekbone,
And I did."