His lips had the taste of crisp apples
and his teeth were slick and white.
Lounging on the ground amongst
golden and ruby leaves,
his voice twisted around me
words alighting upon my head.
The sighs were long and
the words were verbose,
our legs crossed in thoughts.
I watched curiously as his hands
presented themselves as two actors,
sweeping through the air in time with the dialogue.
Love was mentioned,
along with balloons and ferris-wheels
all in congruence with life and sea.
Head-tilt, wind tousled hair signaled
a stop,
the two actors closed on cold-chapped cheeks
and a soft apple-pie kiss was planted.
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Submission Name: The Golden Delicious of My Eye
