Sonnet 2, A Kiss From Apple Lips... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A kiss from apple lips under the moonlight,
Streams of feelings that endless heat the hearts;
Eyes, like cherry blossoms, your inner flight:
Collision love that never ends or starts.
You of water and air, and full of care,
Everything of soul and earth, into night:
The freshest of breath that feels close and near,
The grace of a bud into blossoms height.
Together, to be, like trees in the rain
We reach everything, like summer in June.
The fires and the shades of each sparkling accent:
Kiss that suffers no consequence or pain
And never to late and never to soon,
Love of bodies, softness and sweetest scent.