You have an apple face
I don't know how better to describe it
I like your apple features, the crispness of them
I like your short, sharp apple laugh
Please understand me, this is not a come-on
I'm not saying I want to eat your face
Not comparing you to forbidden fruit
Non, Magritte, ceci n'est pas une pomme, vraiment
And yet I take joy in regarding you
Your brown apple hair pulled tight against your scalp
Your dark apple eyes set deep
Behind brown apple cheeks
And I will never tell you this
Not any part of it, I think
I will simply revel in the fact
That you exist, oblivious to what you are
Apple-faced woman
Unique in my perception