A Poem - Of Cider and Softness

 Of Cider and Softness

This conspiracy

             I am willingly abetting

            Wends its way

            ‘twixt boulders

            And sunsets.

It holds you

Responsible.

             It holds grudges and faint whispers

             In a homemade basket;

             Brushes of skin on skin

             And wafting lavender smiles.

Neatly wrapped photographs

             Folded into my heart

             and into the back pockets of autumn’s worn jeans.

             They taste of cider and softness;

             Sandpaper and seashells;

             elastic bound and torn ‘round the edges.

This conspirator

like a deity.

             beyond sight or command;

ill or erratic in temperament;

             has planted the seed

of longing for you

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