Apple

‘the most beautiful thing in the world is a woman who loves her body’

I love the soft touch, the soft smile, the soft eyes

soft lips,

Soft curves,

Like a new way to dream,

So truly heavy, the idea of being

Just the idea of having Adam’s name on my breath

So heavy, I can’t wait to catch a breath

Apples in my hand, hanging above my shoulder

Heavy weight of trust

You broke it, you broke it

The apple sliced up, you broke it

You broke it

I feel so heavy yet I’m just like dust

The entire pear of her, so lush and soft and clean

Her soft eyes crush,

You broke it

Brown-Star-Heaven,

I’m rotting in my own hell.