In the Apple tree after lunch, he sat.
His eyes shimmered and I was a mermaid.
I am what you think I am he said to me.
I am the sea.
I am the shells that shine a maternal pearl.
I am the tears that taste the corner of your lips.
I am salt and air.
I am the dark, red dirt of Earth’s womb.
I am you.
Touch me, lick my surface, bite into me like the apple that I am.
He turned his face away as if to gather his thoughts or breathe.
Then looked into my eyes, storm intense, a shocking lake of liquid fire.
There is nothing between us…..he said and I began to cry.
Not a thing, he repeated, to separate our being .
He pulled me onto his branch then, in the Apple tree, will you sit with me?
The golden hairs on his body dancing in the sun.
And I did
on the tip of God’s tongue.