I am drawn to the
twisted branches of the apple tree
beside your left cheek--
arms intertwining,
gnarled with age and wear,
splattered with the paint of the sun.
The tendrils are
fingers grasping,
hands interlocking,
against the pale sky.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
I am drawn to the
twisted branches of the apple tree
beside your left cheek--
arms intertwining,
gnarled with age and wear,
splattered with the paint of the sun.
The tendrils are
fingers grasping,
hands interlocking,
against the pale sky.