bluefire-fox

Fruit, fruit, fruit. What shall I pick? The apple   The pear The grapes The banana… No, I don’t like bananas. Unlike any other fruit, They don’t have that bite to them. No sweet, sourness That empowers the taste buds. Strawberries are sweet and juicy. That first bite, with its soft snap begins to compose a symphony of flavors inside the mouth.  Then as the symphony quiets, a tart tang is left to tingle and tickle inside the mouth. Strawberries are good I do not like bananas. Unlike any other fruit, They fall apart too easily Becoming bland mush Sticking to every crease in the mouth Apples are hard and crunchy. That init

I am the night. Everything that I am is there in front of you, But you cannot see it. To see, You need a flashlight to see me. But it is not all of me. The moon is my heart. Shinning just enough to let you see That I am there, but not enough For you to see who I really am. You can spin the light in your hand Around and around until You think you have an idea Of who I am, but you don't. Twirl around all you like but, Like in the dark woods You will have missed the eyes staring at you, Canopy of leaves that you will not understand. Always unaware of what is really there. Only when the light of my moon Shines bright enough to illuminate Al