Apple | poem


Ruby galaxy,
How sweet you look sitting
Atop the desk,
Where all planets
Shrink and become nick-nacks.

While you await your fate,
I’ll wrap you in paper
And save you for
Tonight, when you soak
My lips with stars.

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