Apples and honey for the new year
but you are my year round sweet
apple. The apple of my eye, apple
of temptation and delight. My honey:
our lives together are full of work,
harvest from dirt and sweat, bounty
of work from the brain and the heart,
we're each other's wages and prize:
the seeds in every apple, the flower
and the pollen and the nectar
and the final ultimate honey
our bodies make and surrender.
I was never truly happy before you.
I was never truly whole before you.
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