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.