You Were Gone, and Returned – Samara Golabuk

Samara Golabuk

If the air were an apple, I would breathe in
the sweetness of you, the crisp ruby
of the circle our smiles make. Our eyes press away the quiet
that wraps my head in cotton like a girl in summer bloom.
I quench with every hint of water, branching, leafing,
sunning for the sweetness of your kiss

If the air were an apple, I would breathe in
the sweetness of the circle our smiles make.
Wrap my head in cotton,
I quench with every hint of water,
sunning for the sweetness
I would breathe in.
The crisp rubies of
Our eyes press away the quiet
like a girl in summer bloom, who,
branching, leafing
at every hint of you,
learns the song of quenching
and breathes the air full of apples.

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