Apple Tree

another play date

children together

playing in organized chaos

arcade machines shout with sirens

stimulation from every particle in this room

my nervous system begs me to escape

my son runs wild with his friend

my husband takes a phone call outside

all i need to do is keep my eye on my child

my mind however,

is free to wander.

a soft cozy cabin

deep in the forest

i feel safe and nurtured

only a few places can take my breath up and away

and into solitude of just the present

i need not to physically be there

i feel all that warmth inside

with just her breasts in front of me

fully clothed

apart from her top

the revealed nudity

away to the cabin we escape

she sits on top of my crossed legs

her legs graze along my hips

i ponder how little time we spend

to revel in wonder

the beauty of a woman’s breast

and all the exquisiteness in which they surround

i feel sanctified to have this revelation

running my hand down her unembellished back

goosebumps sprout up from her surface

my hand spends time enjoying space so often concealed

a place which often serves as a holding space

to constantly provide support

wires, straps, bras of all sort

to feel just skin

feels like a delicacy is in sight

visually of course, but rather that her breasts are free

to just be

theres an apple tree in the front yard

vibrant & soft green grass surrounding its home

the fruit is bears is plentiful

moving from around the back

grazing my fingers along the side of the cabin

the ridges of rib i feel between her skin

im in awe of this space

i run freely towards the apple tree

admiring everything i feel in between

as i run i feel my self fading deeper and deeper into her realm

away from the chaotic room i am in

away from the expectation of enjoying these moments as a mother

i am able to keep my protective gaze on my kid

my mind and soul has escaped this place

her breath provides a gust of wind

a breeze that puts the air at ease

as i approach the apple tree

its ambience alone is characterful

the way it holds itself with a graceful stance

while it hangs in elegance

the wisdom in its whispering rustles

the nutritious vibrance of its greenery

to grab an apple would be insulting

to the majesty of this holy tree

i take all of its exquisiteness in

i admire its entirety

as i wander i question

has the side of her breast ever felt a desiring kiss

has it ever been praised for its part of the tree

or does it constantly get bypassed by the apple pickers

using it just for the fruit it bears

my kid tugs on my arm

his friend jumps on my back

i sway with their pulls

i willingly give every part of me

being used is the expectation of motherhood

apples plucked without consideration

they run off and my body feels exhausted

my mind however remains free

it wont let me come back just yet

for if you spend enough time

in the leaves and branches of an apple tree

you can find a million reasons to stay

abundant life i find touching my lips

she closes her eyes

and joins me here

has she ever been massaged

underneath the space her breasts occupy?

the area that joins her axillary muscles?

my fingers trailblaze

lips follow travelling her

have you ever thought how different each apple can truly taste?

the skin, the surrounding body is just the same

a million different sights & textures

make up the beauty of an apple tree

i lick a sample down the middle of her chest

her nipples are mounting nearby

thriving in the right elements

i want to connect with every gland

give them praise for the abundance theyve provided

producing nutrients for her offspring

running my finger around her circle

they accept my touch and reveal themselves more and more

little micro hairs come alive to see

her body pulsing with life

her power causes me to tremble

there she sways in absolute peace

like the apple tree grounded to its roots

not afraid of this environment

she hums and mms as i explore

i wonder if anyone has ever asked the tree before

may i pick an apple from you?

and so i ask

“do your nipples want to be touched?”

i wait patiently for her to respond

slowly bringing her head up towards me

her eyes to come back to this space

im enamored by how at peace she moves

she opens her mouth

her peaceful sound comes out

“everything i have is yours to pick”

our eyes still locked as my lips approach

they latch on softly

how freely nature gives to us

when we show our respect for its creation

tender to her garden gently

giving rather than taking

we close our eyes and back to the tree we lie

against its bark

covered in its endearing shade

shes tangy and sweet

crisp and juicy

on my tongue her flavors turn tart, hard, and strong

she nurtures me as i tend to her

my palate filled with enriching joy

i trace my lips amongst her neck

we sway together

her breasts amongst my own chest

for as long as the sun will give to us

we have the cabin to bring back our picking

just her and i

and our basket full of ripened fruit

as i picture us walking home

i am jolted out of serendipity

my eardrums ring

a screaming meltdown

a tired child

it is time to go home how

i think to myself

three hours until bedtime

and back to the cabin i can run