an apple on your lips

I find your lips in the night

So strong, so sensual

the taste of a

sweet apple.

And your words I would

invite,

softly spoken as I hear

your whisper.

The aroma fragrance of lavender

in moonlight streams.

I cannot escape the caress of

your lips on mine,

and then I see the shadow

of your face in the wine.

And yet I struggle with

you in the night.

Wrestling in my dreaams,

where I long to see you.

You within streams of pleasure,

and then I find the caress of your

lips one more time.

And then I taste the apple on your

lips crushed now from your lips

on mine.

poem copyright Cheryl Zweigart 2010

photo copyright BRowland 2010