Like This.

[Guest guest]

Let it be like this -

Two lovers that are a harvest of apples in one orchard.

When we get too ripe for the sun

we fall rotten to the core

and bleed into the moonscape of this garden

to open new green trees of loves way of us.

 

I am dusty with time,

and you are a sweet autumn morsel

that shares the flavor of this windfall emanation

of this relationship of familial resurrections.

 

Let us be one within the other

like Russian dolls

until the apple of your eye

is one soul-shape of us both.

When I shake your bough

a myriad apple blossoms take upon our form

like a million sculptures of one being.

Let us fall ripe for this love making

Like this.

 

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

 

 

Copright 2002. Eric Ashford.