sharing an apple
Posted: June 18, 2012 Filed under: poetry | Tags: apple, juice, original sin, poem, poetry, sharing, taste 12 Commentsoriginal 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 otherlife-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 happinessBlood 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 chewI 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
An exercise to improve writing skills was offered here, with the premise being to take an herb or fruit or vegetable and write for 30 minutes. I took an apple, and my mind wondered back to a time when I shared one with you.
Thanks for showing me this. Very evokative, and clearly gives a whole new dimension on apples.
thanks for checking it out, I am glad you liked it.
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You made a simple apple sound soooo inviting!
thanks… big things can come from small beginnings
I certainly hope so!
be careful, one apple shared between two can be the start of an adventure ( smile )
wonderfully descriptive and now I am sending hubs for apples …
thanks! Who knows what an apple can start?
I LOVE IT!!! This takes apple eating to a whole new level
I love this, especially the first paragraph (stanza?) I literally eat an apple a day!
thanks — I too love apples, in the many ways they are served. If they aren’t good for health, then they are good for the soul.