Pineapple (Poem)
Pineapple (Poem) Sitting alone in kitchen island you feel like a king unclaimed A crown on top and a flat bottom to rock your presence is felt often to all who pass by your land. The thorns and scales in your body arranged like a beautiful melody. Like pinching rains of summer I feel when I touch your armor. When I see you standing alone in the island reminds me a voice I have not forgotten She loves your sweetness like no other and I learned to love your thorns feather I laugh at my struggle with each cut I am getting better believe it or not. O! sweet king of unclaimed land Let me hear that voice again August 11, 2018 --------