Poetry, portfolio

the apple of your eye
tastes sweetest in the dark
slipping between fingers
lingering lonely on your lips
a bitterness you crave
to turn windmills and grapevines
to look longingly through windows
when the rain is falling down
and run through hallways
as you spin, spin around

the apple of your eye
like an origami cat
is crisp and clean and ready to
pounce, to curl in your lap
with soft paws and soft breathing
a soft face with evil secrets
don’t fool yourself, i guess
you could try to put up a fight
but now it’s time you find the mind
is a bullet you cannot bite