Summer Love

He's a complicated man
But no one understands him but his woman
JOHN SHAFT!
--Isaac Hayes

Ladling water, he cools
his throat. She's under
the apple tree in her
brown apron.

He hangs the ladle
on the nail above
the well and walks
to her. Hands and eyes
and grins and an apple.

He bites first and tastes
the added flavor. Lovingly,
he swallows the worm.