
Balance
The apple was red and luscious
virginal mouth not yet kissed
like the soft-white poem
whisper from my beloved’s lips
pen writing
the limpid, bluish song
thought of death dangles
equilibrium

Balance
The apple was red and luscious
virginal mouth not yet kissed
like the soft-white poem
whisper from my beloved’s lips
pen writing
the limpid, bluish song
thought of death dangles
equilibrium