Pink Lady

 

I’m 52 mg/dL and falling

I need you just as you are

Crisp like the night’s breath

 

Desperate to end this faint feeling 

I open the door

See the blush of your skin

 

Under the bright bulb 

I reach for you

Cold to the touch, round in my hand

 

I rush to the sink

Rinse you clean 

Dry your moist flesh and stem

 

I can’t wait any longer 

Crazed crunch into tartness

Bursts of sweetness against my cheeks 

 

More and more of you enters me

Twists and turns until

You reveal your seeds

 

I’m starting to feel myself again

What life you bring to me

Pink Lady

 

© Candice Reineke 2020

 

 

 

 

 

hypoglycemiaType 1 diabetic

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Candice Reineke

Sat 28th Nov 2020 21:36

True, Jennifer – perfectly persuasive with little to no effort. 💗

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jennifer Malden

Sat 28th Nov 2020 19:32

They are my favourite too! Look so pretty as well in a bowl in the kitchen. jennifer

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Candice Reineke

Sat 28th Nov 2020 17:48

Ah, she got you too, Stephen!

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Stephen Atkinson

Sat 28th Nov 2020 17:07

I always preferred a Granny Smith, but you may have just converted me ! 😄

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Paul Sayer

Sat 28th Nov 2020 16:15

Truly a lifesaver Candice

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Candice Reineke

Sat 28th Nov 2020 15:10

Thank you, Tony. 😊

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Tony Hill

Sat 28th Nov 2020 15:01

Really like this poem. Not a word wasted. Tony

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Candice Reineke

Sat 28th Nov 2020 15:01

Thanks for your comment, Paul!

Yes, she’s my favorite too. I’m lucky to occasionally have her in Florida. She saved me from a low last night.

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Paul Sayer

Sat 28th Nov 2020 07:34

The best apple by far.

Sadly we can't grow them here in Albion.

Almost as sweet as your juicy poem Candice.

Po. T2

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