338. Untitled

[hes]

As the sun sets,
the pool of liquid gold,
melds into rich darkness.

The moon rises
casting a pale glow
across pure sweetness --
glistening in the starlight.

Each slow drizzle
across
crisp red surfaces
coats
firm skin
in pure
sensation.

Nibbling across
the cool coating
reveals
pale flesh
against
rich chocolate.

Each slow lick
parting
the surface
once more.

Biting
until
a core is found;
tasting
until all that is left,
are the pale seeds
for next time.

- caramel apples