I think of apples
when thinking of you,
apples,
peeling apples
slow
spirals, descending
unwinding, white
fruit unwrapping
to its sweet
core or myself
undressing
red ribbons
or maybe yellow
green scarves
slowly
falling
continuous motion,
a blade -
your sharp fingers -
deftly
working its way
under wrapping
skimming
surface coverage,
sometimes
sinking teeth
into wet fruit.
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