I remember that time we shared an apple…
original sin
so cool and perfect in my hand
my fingers caress it, knowing
that one bite will not sate our hunger
sweet juices, inside, liberated by
lip, and tongue, scent
we consume it as we would consume each other
life-giving, crisp motion as this apple
yields its very substance to us
and through each bite we share, I see the
perfect movement of your happiness
Blood red outside yet purest white within
as I watch your throat as swallowing
this great cavity of loss of self
we smile and suck the nectar
across our tongues and chew
I save the final bite for you and
lips moist and full devour it, the last
red skin and white flesh to become
body, blood and bone
and I gaze at you and judge your hunger
Poet's Corner 