She kisses me with lips of apple cider as
she lets me lay beside her,
her cheeks are blossoms of the summer months where we have wandered through the orchards, laughing at the fallen fruit and she has built my memories in barns of hay and drifting streams,she lets me lay again
and all the pain there ever was ,is in the moments when we part,like lines that cross upon our palms,we wander once again in barns and she kisses me with apple cider lips,that
slowly **** me and this life slips softly turning into dreams.