Far-seeing the apple of your eye
Reaching for
The globe, glorious and tender in your sphirex hands,
Newly crafted, formed. Painted by the millimeter from
the pacific to the Indian.
North to south-- then the equator
Smack bang,
In the middle.
You'd shoulder the weight of the sphere
and you'd smoldered the downfall of the creation
As the maple combusted and we took a bite:
Sweet, deep crimson.
Scorned yet dazed; a lamb ready for the slaughter
Our sympathies could only reach an external level
As our animalistic inner, drove us to all fours
And the taste of sin, bittersweet.
And then the caw of the crow,
And the growl of the beast
Echoing across the mountains,
Valleys,
The curves deep,
The aperture wide spread as
The sun set behind our crystal eyes
Unveiling the sublime.
(For a moment)
Then,
Darkness.