a girl could pluck poems from her mind,
like apples from a tree,
and hand them to you.

wondering if you'll examine them for,
bruises
and throw them away, or
if you'll take a bite into one and enjoy it, or
if you'll take a knife and cute one in half to show her the star pattern inside:

show her you'll take her apar by the poem,
to show her,
the beauty inside

~ d.a