Apple Core
of E.M.J.

how unbearable, her palms
falling upon her hips' two sides

the impact, the compactness of her
of flesh, blood and bones

all her years she slapped, lashed

able to bear such blows
even delighted, stimulated
by contact with herself,
sweet and harsh

I get some idea
of just what she is able to bear
of her bareness

what she could take, would take
what she’d invite

delightful delightful woman
one of the finest I’ve encountered
in creation, she has to be

not easy to surpass such beauty
completes me like a tool,
like pliers, its other half

impossible to write this poem without her
more a part of me than pen in hand


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
8:21 p.m. 12.06.08