To a Love

In a time of complexity
we found simplicity
squishing apples in the

the rotten meat splaying
forth a core with
seeds of a new generation
open and athirst

as I walked through
the Garden of Eden where
we did not sin
no, we loved

we loved until bodies ached
ribs busting
hearts jumping to rhythm
yes, we loved

love has a taste
if tender time be taken
salt on skin as touched by dew
bodies laying together

under the moon of
a day’s work done.