the shape of your sound

you bite the apple

and make it taste better

we were never banished from the garden;

it’s fruits grow

on the branches of your voice.

reaching out like the arms of a lover

into a dark, dark night.

bringing solace to the lonely

and drink to the dry.

that last note falls like a leaf;



i am captured

and i don’t want it to land.

i want to watch it rock back and forth,

all night long.

but when it finally touches down

and the music fades,

there is a rose that blooms

where your leaf has landed.

and my heart has stopped.

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