Our secret so young
we sign it all evening

around the table
across the room

a lift in your eyelids
or turn of my lip
this language coded
as our DNA

inside of your body

too soon will begin
the task of translation
Let them stay unaware
and your eyes be my oceans

(I could swim your deep green
oceans teeming with life)

Let my hand tether yours
steer us safe to the kitchen
where harbored we’ll whisper
of crossings ahead

and name the new worlds
just edging our sights

Ryan Apple

Ryan Apple lives in Lansing, Michigan. By day he is occupied as a music professor and financial aid director at a small Christian college. By night he is a churchman, a husband and father, and when time allows, a guitarist and poet.

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