He went to her amidst the swirling leaves,
Promising all the apples of the world
She picked up each into her hand
Rotating so that she weighed love in both palms
Until she finally chose one: scarred and spotted
A bit soft in places and overall not pleasant to see
Her teeth broke the barrier of impression and
She slipped into a soft cotton dress that
Fluttered about her thighs and fell from her shoulders
As she ran through the ripe sun and willow trees
