Peel back
hot, burning
Husks,
reveal,
a hundred
perfect
yellow
gems.
Shaped
in unison
like a
jeweller’s
Diamonds.
Crunch!
bite down
to release
sweet juice and flavour.
Then all
the gems
are gone.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
