C-L-S

An apple is

A reminder

A token to bring you back

To the day in the orchard

When you were six years old

Sitting on your dad's shoulders

Reaching for an apple

That you had decided was perfect

Time slips away from us

My guard slips down 

Her hands slips in my hair 

And somehow I slip further out of love 

I dream of her touch 

Eyes as deep as space, 

Looking into them I lose my breath 

An undeniable spark buried down

Quickly turns to fireworks, the desires are unbound

Words tumble out of my mouth