red shiny apple
in your
throat, do you still breathe inside your heart?

red shiny apple
between my legs these friends of my thighs

i am a tree and you are that woman
craving for the red shiny apple
in my garden

i do not claim innocence for my wanton actions
before the snake and
my God

i will say i will always love you
bend over me woman and i will lay open my mouth
fill it with your tongue

pour in the drops of apple juice
to my cracking lips

water my garden and fill it with flowers from your hair

RIC S. BASTASA

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