The shape <br />of your laughter <br /> <br />left upon an apple <br />with each bite <br /> <br />the imprint <br />of your smile <br /> <br />cut in white <br />into the apple's skin <br /> <br />the glint <br />of green <br /> <br />all preserved <br />though you are gone <br /> <br />I smile <br />upon <br />your <br />smile <br /> <br />still held <br />now <br /> <br />chiselled in white <br />& green <br /> <br />taste the shape <br />of your laughter <br /> <br />that the apple offers <br /> <br />devour <br />your presence <br /> <br />down to the very last <br />pip <br /> <br />pleased <br />even with <br />such stolen things <br /> <br />culled from <br />an half eaten apple <br /> <br />until <br />you <br />are <br />only <br />the stalk <br /> <br />held between <br />my fingertips <br /> <br />and I have to <br /> <br />fall back upon <br />memory <br /> <br />helpless as Mr. Newton's <br />gravity.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-is-for-apple/
