Apple

Arbor of cherry blossoms

A tiny nip to snap through skin.
A wider bite draws pale flesh in and rolls it expertly over the tongue.
Molar work seeks tart and sweet, drives flesh and juice to tumultuous release.
Swallow and savor the journey to core.
Thus settled, it satisfies, but really, you want more.
This, too, is love.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)

After Midnight

Glass slipperElla arrived back home just before midnight. The golden carriage’d been delayed—unexpected maintenance—so she’d had to find her own way. Skirts rain-soaked, glass slippers…well, slippery…she shucked the gown and ran home in her chemise, dropping one slipper in the mud.  Continue reading