Red Communion

Fire-engine red—
blushed for mouth to skin.

Peel away my love
to expose your liquor sweet,
shining in the sunlight mist.

Picked a prick from leaves,
drawn—sprinkling the earth
their final farewell.

Apple tenderized,
pulped perfection
between my lips and teeth.

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