While I Eat This Apple
Hey you, dressed in blue,
hiding your face in rags,
while carrying those heavy bags;
Come hear and show me love,
while I eat this apple
of your soul.
Smile beautiful,
hold that head up toward the sun,
while I chew into the core
of that sweet apple of your soul.
Give me a kiss,
thank you.
Now watch this magic trick,
I'll make all that sadness
disappear,
with one simple kiss,
the stroke of a black-inked pen
to frail white paper.
don't close your eyes; I don't want
you to miss it!
Don't be scarred,
Love is on your side Blue-girl.
Don't cry,
come into my arms;
a kiss on your cheek,
a loving kiss from heart
to heart.
Feel me eat that rotten
core from deep in your soul,
and feel loved again.
No thanks required,
just a poet at his best,
doing his job.
.3.18.2014.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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