You

Against the shores of apple orchard slumber
My house smells of the first flowers you ever gave me
Baby
A word I have never heard from your lips
Slips swiftly and with purpose
Because you carefully place the weight of what this word is
To rest on an us that existed just yesterday
Now disappeard between mirrored chasms
This great divide begins to slide
As I ride sixty miles per hour just to arrive at your side
Perfect timing
This kiss
Your lips part
And your soul penetrates my view
I stew
Over these selfish thoughts of you