From the outside
you look perfectly apple-like
Rounded and pink
Rosy Skin
...
Two angelic figures
sit in quiet reflection
They are mesmerising,
enchanting.
...
In a sonnet you would be desire
I would lust for you: heartache.
In a limerick you would be humour
I would laugh with you: heartache.
...
An island of green
Pavement and curb
Lap at its shores
Hemmed in by roof tops.
...
Red tulips, cherry blossoms
beckon the honeybees
Softly seducing
Sweet nectar.
...
Frantic and gentle
Time wraps happy hands
Round lily white limbs
Waking embers of a dying fire
...
Your voice carries softly
In the midnight wind
Heavy lids fight approaching sleep
Hanging on your gentle words.
...
I can see behind those eyes
To all the pain locked up inside
To all the hurt that's gone before
The need the want to be loved
...
Tear drops like fresh dew
hold your reflection in neat purity
forbidden and untouched
yearning
...
You are out of reach
my long arms stretch but
never grasp.
Childlike on tiptoes
...
I can not stop it once it starts
it flows out of me in parts.
The words they dissect
scrutinise and sometimes rhyme.
...
The Rotten Apple
From the outside
you look perfectly apple-like
Rounded and pink
Rosy Skin
You sit in the
Fruit bowl like
The others
Juicy and unassuming
But you are hiding
A dark secret
You
Are rotten
To the core.