338. Untitled - October 15, 2001

As the sun sets,

the pool of liquid gold,

melds into rich darkness.

The moon rises

casting a pale glow

across pure sweetness --

glistening in the starlight.

Each slow drizzle

across

crisp red surfaces

coats

firm skin

in pure

sensation.

Nibbling across

the cool coating

reveals

pale flesh

against

rich chcolate.

Each slow lick

parting

the surface

once more.

Biting

until

a core is found;

tasting

until all that is left,

are the pale seeds

for next time.

- caramel apples