When I come ( for Kevin Bulmer)
When I come
I will bring you Botticelli’s Graces
from the walls of the Louvre;
curving-soft companions of Love
wrapped in blue-pink tissue of an evening sky
I will bring you a Balthazar of champagne
encased in last winter’s icicles;
golden liquid apples
to bubble in your blood and giggle
through your heart.
I will bring you π in Pandora’s emptied box;
each number traced on a leaf of chocolate
veined and scented with orange, vanilla, rose or mint ─
you choose, but of course, the first one you eat
will be three.