do it,
the duet
the one where you turn and I grin and you stop and I spin
and the music never stops and becomes white noise and then one with silence
and when we still the clocks stop but the music never slows

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