I peel a red apple
Savoring the white rose
Hidden in the fruit.
I crush almonds
And see a liquid flower
Blossom in water.
I roast almonds
And the air is wood-scented
As a wine cellar.
I pour red wine
And the apple is whole.
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Lovely poem, Sal. Sensual.
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Thanks so much Sharon. Happy to find you here, dear friend.
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