My mind's eye sees a room

With a view,

A place in the universe with you

Where it's always that beautiful time

Of the morning, when the stars can be seen.

The sky is dark blue velvet black,

And the sun waits politely to peek up 

Through our window.

And I'm your apple.

Paint me in a still life shade,

With just a smear of olive green,

Beneath the rosy sheen of my skin,

My Portuguese tones just below the surface.

Or put me, peeled and cored, 

Firm and tart, into your pie.

Or hide me away in your heart,

Under the covers of this early morning darkness,

Until you can take a proper bite of me

As I am, naturally, yours,

Your apple.

-jenn