Sipping Cider With My Sweetheart
Cider only requires one straw—
Sipping with my Sweetheart.
Dreaming about apples—
Some big (and) some small...
Whispering windfalls upon a fallen time ground.
Fields endless waves motionless now;
And then
Hearts as sweet as Cider’s bottomless feel
Incapable of prediction;
Moments blossom molding beauty
Out of anticipation.
Sweetheart runs in place.
Spiraling emotional curiosity—
Butterfly knots twist.
Squeezing fresh juice;
Containing lovely pulp (of) free will.
Circling around and around every last one of each other.
Without help; mutually
Sipping Cider with my Sweetheart.
11-23-18
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