See that girl.
In the kitchen
.
at midnight
.
turning pirouettes?

She has named it.
Ananda the asp,
and it has bitten her.

See that boy.
laughing
.
in the shower.

I love you, I love you,
this moment.

Split that apple in half.
Maybe
.
the secret of the universe
.
is inside.

Take it.
The price is your life.
Pay it gladly.
Bite.



You feel all the rounds,
the smooths, the sharp edges,
the flats and hollows,
the lights and shades,
the cools and warms.
The colors and textures.
There's hundreds of little differences
and all fitting together.
~ Joyce Cary