Basket of Apples
Sweet as honey
Red as fire
Fruit of my patience
Bring my soul to my body
Wake me up
Open my eyes
Fill my cravings
I savour every bite
Yet they disappear
One by one
Red
To white
To nothing but black dots
An empty basket
Eaten and forgotten
Leave me wondering
What they tasted like
What shade of red that was
How many were there
What are apples like?