Apple Lips
by Peter S. Quinn - April 9, 1999
A kiss from apple lips under the moonlight,
streams of feelings that endless heat the hearts;
eyes, like cherry blossoms, your inner flight:
collision love that never ends or starts.
You of water and air, and full of care,
everything of soul and earth, into night:
the freshest of breath that feels close and near,
the grace of a bud into blossoms height.
Together, to be, like trees in the rain
we reach everything, like summer in June.
The fires and the shades of each sparkling accent:
kiss that suffers no consequence or pain
and never to late and never to soon,
love of bodies, softness and sweetest scent.
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