spring is eternal,
slow coming after three seasons of waiting.

I ponder on these summer months,
of endless hours with thousands of people passing through,
but all I remember is your smile,
and our overlapping knees.

holy light
on my skin
cool air
patience thin

asylum walls
brick and stone
windowless,
so alone

do you forgive me

in the spring,
apples never fall
and in the fall,
blossoms never bloom

apples taste so sweet
like knowledge dripping from teeth
the forbidden fruit

all the current needs is flow