sweet apple

On the way out of the orchard store,
the scent of the apples seduces
until I give in and grab one of the cool
firm taut-skinned breasts from the bag
before I stash it in the trunk.
Yes, I said “breasts.” Eating an apple
is like suckling; the fruit is so seductive:
round, firm, sweet, tangy, crisp, cool.
And red. As we drive down the hill
toward the water and the main road,
I can feel my lips, my tongue,
all the inside of my mouth
yearning to crunch into it, feel
the explosion of cool juice spraying
onto my tongue and releasing
that sweet tangy scent that will
fill my head and then my dreams
with apples, apples, apples.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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