Candy Apple Dream

Inside the beauty of a candy apple dream,
the reddish tint is crisp and brilliant,
added clarity, resilient.
Nose to glass, I press oppression through the wall.
I spit the seeds and watch them fall,
their random paths no more apparent
than the gravity, transparent,
that attracts them to this planetary ball.

Simple apple, not as simple as it seems.
It moves the moon around the ocean,
sets my thoughts in quiet motion,
wraps its skin around the stem that holds its core.
It draws my senses to the door,
its blushing sweetness a sensation
that inspires exploration
of a world beyond the one I'd known before.