Walking the apple trails

Painful to contain

the giddy sugar rush

of new love, uncertain love,

love that walks side by side

but does not reach out for your hand,

reaches uncertainly for your heart.

Walking the apple trails

like a twenty-first century

Adam and Eve, surrounded

by fruit but focused on

the sweet taste of silence

as we stroll like Elizabeth and Darcy.

Even the deer pause to watch

our quiet steps, in harmony

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with the sleepy flight of bumblebees

in the tail end of summer,

yellow flowers drinking in the sun’s shadows.

Keep walking by my side

past the end of the trail,

to the other side of this cautiously

spinning globe. Catch my hand

if gravity catches me by surprise.

No will to live alone

Hated the car when its price tag yanked me from you.

Hated the job when it churned like butter,

so many hours blending together.

Hated the goodbyes when they meant breaking

away from your arms.

Hated the money when it tried to tear

my gaze away from you.

Hated the glory of physical things,

awards that declared me the sole ruler, solitary in my revel.

Hated the lonely storms that raged

when it came time to say goodnight.

Hated the simple texts when all I wanted

was to talk to you.

Hated the prison that kept me safe.

Loved the girl who dropped anchor in my port

and proclaimed a dream to stay there a lifetime or two.