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Apple Kiss

Your apple lips I’ll never kiss again
Delightful apple lips still garden wet
Forbidden fruit the scent of apple sin
Your apple lips I’ll never kiss again
Marzipan sweet lips. Moist with apple gin.
You left me apple smitten with regret
Your apple lips I’ll never kiss again
Delightful apple lips still garden wet

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Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sicke of loue (lovesick).

-Song of Solomon 2:5 (Holy Bible 1611)

I said, I will goe vp to the palme tree, I will take hold of the boughes thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose (your fragrance), like apples.

-Song of Solomon 7:8 (Holy Bible 1611)


*Notes
-For the one with apple lips
-Triolet

-I achieved perfect pentameter throughout. Also I managed a single repeated word in all eight lines, and including the title. This may have been my favorite poem to resolve.
-It was from the heart, from a place that has been locked up for seven years. Written without a whit of ostentation or guile. May God allow me to achieve such clarity again.
-The artwork for this poem was completed a couple of years ago by my daughter, without suspecting it was destined for this purpose. Only the Lord is all knowing, we just stumble forth. Marker and colored pencil. Gravenstein apples. No better apple in creation. And none with more significance to my youth… or ’til the day I die. Beautiful drawing.
APPLE PERFECT!