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Your Apple Tree

Every night, I visit the apple tree in my dreams
how I love thoughts of you that hang in my mind  
like ripe apples in autumn
their sweet smell filling the air
Hanging among the green leaves,  
The aftermath of bees are your apples
Some lie as drops on the ground,
and are nestled softly in the tall grasses green
sweet smelling, they fill my lungs  
as I close my eyes, inhale, and remember your love.
The scent of your words impels me to taste you.
I pull you into my mouth, which is already watering at the thought.
your sweet juices run out the corners of my mouth.
My tongue oscillates and mixes your pieces.
your tart between my teeth makes me swallow
your oh so deliciousness.
oh so delicious,  
I beg for more of your apple
As each night I visit your apple tree in my dreams.
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