The Nature of a Woman

We give our hearts openly
Nourishing equally
Both the young and old
In abundance, like apples
Red with dilation and contraction

~Emily Loren Moss


Fresh Death

Separated from earth and sky
And the endless ecstasy of their copulations
I have gone on to the other end of me
Unprintable in the obits
Unburnable in the furnace
Unburied forever
Death as fresh as ripe juicy apples
Falling from limbs
Into dry mouths.

~Richard Wilson Moss