I am the Apple the skin the meat the core. I am the apple the seeds the rain the sun the Tree. I am the bounty of the earth the scattered seeds. Johnnie apple seed. I am the burst the softness the delicious juice. The thousand red hues. The lips that touch each other touch me the caress the memories the bowl the fruit the warmth appear and disappear. The skin the meat the core My stem my cord short and brown the thing still tied to the Tree of Life. The days rich and full. Look at my bottom the part that is forgotten. A thing of beauty not the poets do not the many parts do. The touch the feel that does of the parts. Split open, the juices run over the edge, the sweet the rich the flavor the first love just found. The caress the embrace the next bite? The halves the closeness the separation the unbearable pain the thumping the heart the hands the legs the mouth never touching. The hunger the space the halves apart. The yearning the desperation the search the connections soul mates forever? Taste the flesh, smell the freshness, savor it in your mouth the memory the right connection. The forever broken the loss the space the promises the connection the disconnection. The again the flesh the meat the core the goodness the now the pain the halves the fear the juice the sharing. Time the passing the stop the embrace. I have a sand dollar embedded in my center and hidden underneath seeds.
