Like Apples

She was young,
with breasts like apples.
Tanned and waist deep in cold water.
Nipples like sunshine,
I had to divert  my eyes.

I wanted to grab her,
tell her how a girl,
just like her,
broke my heart,
back in the summer of ’78.
But instead,
I  had to divert my eyes.



Filed under outlaw poetry, poetry

4 responses to “Like Apples

  1. Richard Carnal


  2. This is really nice! Loved your style

  3. yourejivingme

    On behalf of apple-breasted girls like me everywhere, I thank you and honor your poem 🙂

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