Moon on the fullest of skin.

This evening tastes of candied apples
but I know the time is nothing of
a broken bit of flavored Snapple
and peppermint to fit the glove

I'd like to take you in my grapple
your hand in mine we'll ride the plains
with wayward hearts for us to tackle
let's not delay, we'll leave in days

I wait for hours at the station
where planes come in and leave the same
and break my clock of eager patience
to kiss your cheeks and say your name

We'll fly the dark bank of Seattle
and kiss the temples of our love
upon the broken leaves of battle
we'll thank the tear-fall from above

for gifting us our flavored favorites
with wine and stories fit to share
and melted fudge between our digits
a sense of magic in the air

before we head south to the forest
where more will wait in open hands
with mystery set out before us
we'll halt the hourglass and sand

make memories of wild dances
and secrets sworn behind the ears
of bodies warm with open chances
kept dormant after all these years

we'll be a night of wild resilience
on dancing feet and cherried brain
and legs to hold our severed brilliance
of memories sought out by name