Treasure Island

george albot


ample juice


To my little toot, toot
Or pippin
Cox has pippin or is it seeds’’’
Anyway! !

If I jumped over the fence to steal
An apple or two
would I hold in my hands
The treasure of you
Will it be soft and juices
That fruit from your tree

And will it only ever be for me
To feel the skin on my fingers
So wet and so new
Will it be like
The first summer dew

And as the peel unfolds
So that I can see
All that the fruit
Has to offer
To me
XXX

Submitted: Saturday, August 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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  • Vizard Dhawan (8/24/2013 2:51:00 PM)

    i love the way you create scenes and has done a full justice to your poem
    a worth reading piece
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