Knife poised on green skin,
shot thru with dappled cream.
Blue Cyprus skies give way to hot sticky nights,
Like Then
I press down hard,
crunch and sears through pink flesh
Juice weeps and trickles down, like blood on stone,
Two halves part, exposed raw, sweet, inviting.
Entombed black eyes glinting, stare back
As I pick at them,
One by One.
And flick them from
the knifes edge.
