I held each one, for a moment, in my hand -
Feeling its coolness, its skin against my skin -
Delving in the grass -
October sunlight on apples still high on the tree -
Like the years left me -
Precious before they fall -
I remembered orchards -
Walking under fragrant branches -
A river under a ripening moon -
Your hands bringing joy -
Your savage kisses -
You saying you are my willow wand -
Being your helpless slender boy -
The Old School House
East Stoke
October 2025
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