The Apple of my Eye



You anointed me with your telepathy
A spear sprung through my heart
Your cotton-light soul of lavender
Paved the way for my longing tears.


You painted butterflies in palms
As my hands drowned in your silky touch
You soothed my ancient scares
and gave flight to not yet launched laments


By my own wings I now stand and smile
As apple trees and many, many birds and bees
enjoy the surge of my everlasting roots
that sprung from your ever precious and purest seeds.

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