n she lines them up <br /> in red juicy rows <br />against the frozen counter <br /> like soldiers puckered n waiting kisses <br /> <br /> n i do not eat them ever.... <br /> but i do sleep <br />restless n the eaves n dawns n underneath exaggerated shadows..... <br /> <br />n talk long with my father in the dawning hours................ <br /> i intrude with the sun.... <br />n accept long sweeping hugs n conditions of endearing <br /> trust n love.... <br /> <br />yet hungry as i am... <br />a tongue glistening against a lip... <br /> i do not eat those apples <br />n so i dont forget.......<br /><br />BladesongRaven Gehrig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-soldiers-waiting/
