my favourite Apfelbaum
i come for your fruit everyday
it may be rotten sometimes
some days its sweet and fresh
but the sheer attraction
you exude
my senses can hardly bear
your roots have aged, haggard features
maybe pain, maybe fear, maybe your own or the carelessness of your neighbouring woods
i smell your eager lust of pressing out one perfect form
i picture it red and green, sweet and sour
one branch in particular that has caught my eye
hopefully it tickles my head when i stand beneath it
smiling now, i promise to meet you tomorrow
i come for your fruit everyday
it may be rotten sometimes
some days its sweet and fresh
but the sheer attraction
you exude
my senses can hardly bear
your roots have aged, haggard features
maybe pain, maybe fear, maybe your own or the carelessness of your neighbouring woods
i smell your eager lust of pressing out one perfect form
i picture it red and green, sweet and sour
one branch in particular that has caught my eye
hopefully it tickles my head when i stand beneath it
smiling now, i promise to meet you tomorrow
My Apfelbaum 🖤
by Lea Bao August 1, 2020