“Strawberry Moon”

Apple

Apples ruin my eyes,

for I cannot see one

without a glimpse of you,

an imagined wink

and a smile.

Apples ruin my ears,

for I cannot hear myself

take a bite

without the sweet sound

of your laughter,

born from our banter

over peaches and pears.

Now apples

ruin my mind,

for I cannot stop

thinking of you

whenever one appears

as fruit,

as a device,

or even

as dessert,

like

sweet apple pie.