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Gold and Delicious

Poetry By: Espressoyourself
Young adult

An ode.

Submitted:Mar 13, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Gold and Delicious

It's not the city I want, but the crunch

The sumptuous sweetness and weight and

The faint twist of things brutal far below

The waxy skin… It's not the city I need but the

Glide under my fingertips as I lift the compact

Orb and see 'splosions of green, yellow, red.

I'm familiar with the gloss- if I'm addicted

To anything it's that pain along the pads of

My hand as I lift something JUST light enough

To carry. And when I get it home, everything

Tumbles out safe and I make a heartfelt game

Out of not letting anything precious bruise.

It's not the city I think about but the sound

The orchestra of fresh and bright and crisp

And right in that moment- the structure of the

Thing forces my tight lips into a wide smile.

Not the city…the bounce of it all. The forbidden

Taste. The basket of tender things which were

Created to be enjoyed. The fleeting shelf life of

wonder…the inability to wait. The needlessness

Of waiting…to take a bite…

Out of the big apple.


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