Poetry

A half eaten apple

A dash of pensive orange

clouds the bright lovelit sky

reflecting a shade of brown

on the half eaten apple abandoned

a tinge of endearing red

that grazes your porcelain cheeks

evokes a rush of white

in my gray conscience untended

the colors we sought to paint

our pristine love, of innocence

love that lacked a mature elegance

are blinding me as I lie

in your dark beguiling embrace

and echoes of our silent dreams

whiffs of the husky whispers

touch of the longing hands

and the taste of the resounding laugh

are all forgotten as you lift the moral veil

dazzling me, my soul, making it frail.

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