Falling Apple Moon

My heart is a restless bird
that flutters inside its rib cage.
At night it glides over fields
redolent of rain and falling apples,
the balmy landscape of your body
naked to the soft kiss of moonlight.

About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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4 Responses to Falling Apple Moon

  1. I am most curious about the escape from cage to fields. Captivating. Thank you.

  2. Ray Sharp says:

    🙂 thanks for stopping by, billi

  3. I love the title & imagery of restless bird ~ Funny how I wrote about falling & apple today (not yet posted though) ~

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