Monday, March 03, 2014

The Apple


Clicking 
Swelling
Bright eyes flash
Wine cherry on articulate tongue
Banter jazz white hot
The Lord sings, The king swings
Snapping 
Time sits slow 
But the cadence is steady
Squeezing every minute 
A vampire for each other
Needing assimilated skin 
Wanting the warmth in your vein 
Sweet with bitter finish
Grapes and hops
Holding us in smiling cradle 
coarse tongues talk
We swing to the night 
Skin glowing 
Dancing to the bowl
And glitter is under shining skin
Lips and hands on this baby Star
Burning bright
Accepting someday death 
Saying goodbye to sweetness at the door 
Watching love enter quiet night
While our skin reflects
Smelling the jasmine tree
We drink God's body from the glass
Turning climbing
Hold tight now don't let go
We no longer have a rewind button
And the apple 
Finds my teeth 
Sinking 
Crisp flesh satisfied 
tart in blanketed being
The salt and sweat tell the tale.