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
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