She once had a lover
who bit deep into her heart,
A heart like a perfectly ripe apricot
Beating overtime on the vine.
Bit right through the flesh
the pulp, into the juice,
Never once stopping
Until teeth hit the stone.
Copyright 2018
She once had a lover
who bit deep into her heart,
A heart like a perfectly ripe apricot
Beating overtime on the vine.
Bit right through the flesh
the pulp, into the juice,
Never once stopping
Until teeth hit the stone.
Copyright 2018
Donna Dakota in Word 