You
You're my walled retreat
My apple orchard
My secret garden

You have your secrets too
But they don't hang between us,
Unspoken,
Like cobwebs in the garden shed

There are no perennials
In this bed

No forget-me-nots underfoot
Or bleeding heart
Crawling up the fence
No red roses
And no suspense

No promises
Whispered under weeping willow trees
Because there's no weeping here
No tears

You lie under my bony elbow
And I taste the sweat on your brow
Sweet, like appleseeds

Not forever
But for now