like pork chops smothered in peppers
and gravy i cling to memories of yesterdays
long since gone and think on the scent of
apple blossoms and rotten pear trees

late summer breezes drift through
bedroom windows bring a promise of
happily ever after full on media driven romance
a heart ripe with promise opens

little is asked for all to
be given regret seems folly
for the old and bitter fingers
intertwine palm to palm we join

kisses liabilities
caresses contracts
surrender a language
no one has mastered

we glide on cotton candy
clouds of forever and
because we do not look down
we don’t notice the holes