I open you and
pick one of the
several seeds inside.
First one rolls.
I bethink of a bygone
memory brushed aside.
By the time the
flavor of the second
fills my heart.
I behold the image
beloved friend
now miles apart.
Midway through the
third, I realize that
my cheeks are drenched.
Wiping away the damp
salinity, I stand.
My heart wrenched.
Exhausted with the
gush of fervor and remorse,
a sequel of your rhythmic course,
I close you with a sigh.
.
.
My Pod and I.
Golly am amazed at Apple's naming skills ;)
Let us be water
6 years ago