Apple Tree Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Contrary to thought, I feared I was late
We hugged, Smiles exchanged faces
We held each other for a split second longer than most.
It was sensual in it's purest
Charmed to meet her acquaintance
She fit right into arms width
Her arms under mine.
I was comfortable there, in her arms.
My nose snug on top her shoulders
Her hands just above my lower back.
Mine respectfully above the height of hers
Her clothes lingered of dryer sheets
or Linen hung from the clothes line
Blown in the wind after washing
Her cheeks blushed as apples in full bloom under the shade
Her hair was short
Seasonal to the blush of her skin
There she was in my arms
And I without a care in the world
With our feet planted to the ground
We became like roots, soon to taste the morning fruit
Just above the horizon