balloons bloom into clouds,
splashing shadows on the shining
heads of twelve lapsed lovers, who turn
their dazed eyes inward, reveling in
triumphs, recounting tales of yearning
and rough-hewn wisdom
not one remarks on the livid scars
that mar their conquered hearts,
evidence of arrow-wounds, proof of
the ancient sorrows and false starts
that brought them to this place,
a garden of gods, where they muse
and stroke the smooth red skin
of apples with their busy mouths
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: ateliersludosophiques
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