She thinks
To herself
"I look nice",
But it must be
Her mind
Is confused
And shocked
When it sees itself
All adjectives frozen;
This is me?
How is this possible?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the most
Beautiful of them all?
And the mirror too
Is silent in awe,
Unable to answer
She's more than nice
How can she not know,
Blue skies
Through her
Eyes is like through
Windows an
Ocean front view,
Gorgeous she is
With a smile like
The white sands
Of Destin,
Her beauty wins
"Best in..."
APAD13 - 051 © okpoet

Blonde girl in a cornflower blue dress sits underneath an apple tree
she opens her mouth wide
perfect teeth set between bright pink gums
the apple she held in her hand
it shone with a crimson hue
glistening with the moisture from the early morning
exploding with colour as the invisible rays of sunlight strike it
her teeth tear into the soft moist delicious flesh of the apple
and it gave it's life for her
as a pleasured sigh escaped from her lips

Eat my children, wait....no
Eat, my children.

On February twenty-fifth
exactly twelve days from today
I'd like to show up
outside your window
with a ukulele and a cake
with frosting that reads "congratulations
baby sweetheart darling lover
you are on in a million
not one in the three-hundred-fifty-something people
in Connecticut who gave up
on themselves and on their lover
darling sweetheart honey
I'll be outside your window always
if only you'd call me.

the elephant girl
draws excellent swirls.
i trip across the beginning of one
run along the loop
until i come to the inner-most circle
where i sit
and wait
for class to grind to an end.

He made his wishes at 11:10,
just incase he lost his footing
before the clock ticked again.

I covered your wound
with a piece of my heart
what will it take to
stop the bleeding
here is my love
don’t be afraid

when our lips meet
radiant petals burst open

Drink in the Light
of the sun