I-Too-Was Once Sun-Kissed Red Poem by Mark Heathcote
I-Too-Was Once Sun-Kissed Red
I cling to your words and watch an apple fall
it-too-was once sun-kissed red and blushed.
But now only wasps press-their-lips upon it
as it over-ripens turns a dimpled rust colour.
I-too-am a fallen fruit discarded and dejected.
But I will not let one wasp sting prevent me
hanging my heart out, my core out once more
for the kiss of true love is what I justly live for.
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