~After Ruth Reichl
Comfort me with apples
On the days when the sun burns bright
Off the collapsing corners of
These ruby jewels.
Give me your chai-spiced tongue and
The sapphires that are your eyes
Give me your dying, pulsing heart.
Give me your honey crisp snap
Give me the essence of your gala before you
Close around the unyielding love of your
Plum blossom being.
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