wither.

these, the best years,

my golden apple

warmed by the sun

years

have all been given

willingly

to you

the one who 

has lost the taste

for the supple juices and

tart life-giving flesh

that still waits

for the touch of lips

long past moved

to newer flavours

Reviews

[Crowley]

Not sure why my previous review is not here.....anywho, for someone is as famtastic, upbeat, chill and wonderful as you, you can sure write some sad s**t. This takes melancholy to a whole new level and mixes it with devastating sadness. If it was a Ben and Jerry's Flavor in woud be Melancholy Madness. A comment about some of the ralities of life that burrow in wont come out until the eggs are hatching. Great writing, sad subject.

[emmajoy]

A tragedy in a few lines .. a scar displayed, so sadly penned.

[Nobody.]

powerful piece. really hit me hard. I love the extended metaphor. brilliant.

[Ed Hart]

oh, jenniewren, jenniewren

[Periac]

i love apples......and this poem even more.....sexual.....intimate....borderline perverse?..;)

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Your skill with words and your sheer craftsmanship with mere words seem to grow with every new write.

[Robin]

who could forsake such a delicacy ..