For Michiel

In The Grass

In the Grass

By Jenny Huisman.

For My Husband -
For peeling my oranges and keeping my heart.
For changing the typewriter ribbon.
You're the only navel I'll ever need:
Orange-stained fingers and citrus lips.
You are not my soul's mate, you are my soul.
For you, I write and for you alone, I live.