If I was the core of the thrown
away of a sweet apple
you crunched upon,
thrown in the trash
after you enjoyed me,
I feel a gutter throat
of my comfort
of my own zone
coughing as
I sleep and
the daisies
and tulips
sweetening
cherry lips
I wish,
you just
took me
to the sheets
and cuddled
me by
your belly.
Woman,
No.....
lady.