The deserts of heaven

Eating an apple is like biting into the desert

The skin is the searing heat like angels appearing and leaves on the mouth whispering you are loved

The flesh the soft sand
that slides through your teeth in billions

The stem is like childhood roots on drifting driftwood rolling and bouncing through life

The seeds are the toxic oasis to avoid in their angry concentrated form

The last bite from the skin strip the sweet spot where fresh plants grow and clean the water the quenched fill

The core that remains as God carrying the bits of the afterlife of people and animals that pass through like crocodiles holding their children or hippos often bad but mostly dreaming of being good.