I pick this shiny red-skinned day
and hold it gently in my hand
I run my fingers 'cross its skin
so cool and smooth and contraband

I pick this day to fall in love
I toss it to the perfect sky
I catch it softly as it falls
and wonder how it got so high

I watched it hang from afternoon
fobidden fruit within my reach
I'm tempted to swallow it whole
and choke on lessons it may teach
I hold this shiny red-skinned day and place it gently on my lips I slice the skin with sharp white teeth and praise the archer's marksmanship.