you press your lips to mine
and a new sensation travels
from the contact
spreading all the way to
the tips of my fingers to
the ends of my toes
this unfamiliar pulse
is slightly frightening
but, oddly enough,
above all else,
is exciting
and sends a shiver down my spine

a happy hum slips past my lips
while your arms encircle me
and for the first time
in forever
i feel like
i’m at peace

No longer a sapling,
But a budding fruit tree
You try to blossom,
But it never works out-
Whether it be forces of nature or
Your own hesitation

This time, it’s different.
Joy is meant to be released,
In the little seeds
That have begun to sprout

Your curve is fading,
Gradually rejoining the rest of your trunk
You have borne your fruit,
Yet a bite of this apple leaves me
With a sickening feeling that
It was never ripe