Upon leaving you, boy
she douses herself
in the juice of the apple
Such a fruit of passion
with the spirit of love
all about it.
And she knew
just how you'd react
behind her ears
ahhhh, and a dab
along her jawbone.
Drip, Drip
on her bony shoulders
and with a smack of her lips
she struts her overpriced,
silky-self up to you.
As you look at her...
blankly
with only one word to utter
only one word to ever touch
her apple-flavored lobe
"Pineapple," you say...
and she struts away.