Apple Song by Jan Zwicky

Red one, how strange
the leavings of desire:
the knife;
the satin ribbons of the skin;
the star chamber of the heart, its eight thoughts
brown as moles.
The small snout of your stem, 
stiff with dreaming of that other world.

~ from Thirty-seven Small Songs & Thirteen Silences 
(Gaspereau Press, 2005)