Espalier, part ii

ancient scribes warned against eating the fruit,
that might explain why his cheeks matched their blush,
or why his throat dried, all words just a hush
tender and sweet, its intention imputes

"Something from nothing, so soon?" thought the fool,
beauty prevails despite shade when it's lush,
"it's mush or a rush, most likely a crush"
of necessity in time, break some rules;

you might find new reasons beyond reason
to draw breath tomorrow, sing the next notes
ones that sowed resolve, electric, alive
eyes dropped their gauze, his throat ceased its treason
sprouts from the ground, his soul's limbs took ahold
espaliered he rose, new sight filling eyes