Friday, August 17, 2012

orange


Orange

Pizza
New York
Horses

Orange

Round and spotty,
Yellow and red,
Green too,
Thick or thin
Hard crust or soft,
Triangles in the rough,
Surrounded in orange,
Like the shirt
Covering his strong,
Manly chest,
He picks up that slice
Strings fall from it,
Reaching out for their,
Friends left behind,
His jaw lowers,
His tongue slithers,
Like a baby,
With the plane,
The spoon hovering above,
Its mouth,
That piece,
That has him
Salivating at the mouth,
Lands deep inside that cave,
He crunches, and he munches,
Checking to see how much is left,
How many pieces they will all get,
And if he eats fast enough,
How many he can steal from the rest.

That apple,
Its giant,
It’s even bigger than James,
And his enormous peach,
It’s big, and juicy,
Waiting for a bite,
It’s sticky nectar,
Flowing out,
Like a flood,
Coming off the mountains,
Saturating all the ground,
Below them,
That apple,
It’s big,
And it’s red,
 And there he is,
Right at its core,
He walks and he stares,
There’s a lady,
Over twenty foot tall,
She’s a bit too high,
And a little too old,
For him to take out on a date,
Besides, with her
And all her metal elegance,
Where could he take such a lady?
And where would she put her flowers,
When she’s carrying that torch,
Lighting the paths,
The concrete shells,
And igniting that flame,
Deep within him,

He, dreams of her,
On that long trek,
Just him and her,
Others may have been near,
At his rear,
Or at his front,
Cars,
May have cruised past,
And people may have gazed,
In pure surprise,
Yet,
There he was with her,
All alone,
Trekking as one,
The air shared,
Their bodies molded
Joined at the hip,
With a twist here
A nip there,
They were in sync,
Striding in motion,
He was home,
He had her,
She had him,
Together, they made that body,
All who saw,
Were jealous of,
And when they parted,
Every night,
She was left with a tear,
And he with a heavy heart,
Waiting,
And anticipating,
The next day,
When they would together again,
In the fresh air,
The countryside passing before them,
Their friends riding near,
And that grin,
That changes the traffic lights
From a red to a green.

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