Redemptive Lovers

My love, we haven't danced or linked arms like those leafless apple trees in the orchard. Not for a while have we rolled in the weir ankle to ankle, souls, bobbing naked inward- drowning 'indeed no air-bubbles left' we're in no rush, inertia holds no more alarms. For us around the corner, spring is waking. As for the moment; its icy, dark waters- rolling over us like boulders yearning in circles only-tantalize the fires in our closed quarters. In truth, we've tasted all their musk tendrils- their flowering ivy boughs, lovingly, bursting.