black, brown, purple, green and yellow hues of a little body
tippietoes grazing the top of life's bountiful tree
what should i do with a wee world in my hands?
ripe hearts growing everywhere like pansies
an apple thrillingly falling before it lands
my dream, an offering at my feet
and I would never want to sleep
it would all be that easy to eat
head spinning with forevers and nevermores
the heights become the floors
infinities swirling in thoughtful purples and yellows
middle eye shining like a golden mirror
full, full heart- sensitive and sore
bright red like that ripe apple, but a little broken 'fore the core.