plant life

He was a winter dear
I was a summer selk
He was raging against the machine
I was biking in a bathing suit
He was reading on the beach in a red sun hat
I was pointing my toes, stronger than anyone
He was even slower than you would think
I was on a mission

We were peaches
ripening in the breathless nights
We were apples in a pan
Softening to each other