if you have me (i am lost)

[laniekayaleese]

I am the drupe that summons prose,
the pungent lies to coax
a lover caught up in the sunrise
at high noon in evenings.
I hold the paper hope unfolding
bluer than the slow waves of the sky.
I drive the punch connecting
like the laying of a tuberose:
a matchstick lit against an ankle,
tracing silhouettes of lips
that linger long on walls.
My riddle's only answered
by the dropping of a bomb.
I am found and tossed
and claimed to have been lost.
If you have me, (I am lost).