i would look at your chubby, dimpled hand

picking the first apple it has ever picked

again and again.  

a crappy photo does not do the moment justice,

how you pulled and tugged at the fruit,

looked at me only slightly bewildered,

invited me to put my hand on yours 

to free the rosy treasure.

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