Sipping Envy

Apple, Apple green I mean the color of a sprite leaf just beginning to unravel This is the color of envy In your eyes, bright, intoxicating bursting at seams of ripeness and on the verge of fermenting to a stiff cider, past drinking and sour. This apple green hue, like lime leaves and new shoots would be delicious if it was reflecting the gaze from my eyes, in love. Like limeade in summer still tart but refreshing But envy, sweet envy in sips and in drops addicts you and pulls you and constantly stops you from feeling Let me adore you with things I do well Ride high emotion and conquer the swell of envious bites into apples half rotten before your tongue even remembers their taste. For envious blood is like green toxic waste, springing it's poison in sweet apple eyes.