What does this poem mean to you? How did you determine its meaning? (Paragraph)

“In the walled garden, surrounded by cold marble
and rows of sanctioned lime trees, I grow

defenseless against desire—I almost touch
myself remembering your scent, time zones away,

clean first, then that sourness
after sex. My eye is a slow thief, it stops

for so little: under the orange tree, a young woman
lifts from her lover’s hair a praying mantis,

its green intelligence like calligraphy
on her hand. Children scream, a man wipes

oil with bread—people still go to lunch
within a war, can you believe it?

It is here I understand I am free, I am perpetual,
because it is you who hungers me.”