the apple
the apple
i stood behind the woman and understood the apple
seeing a perfect swell rounded and full of perfection
ultimate essence of human an entrance to the chapel
upon which all life is founded in the brief connection
time in the garden of eden as all was sacred and pure
to make love had no consequence outside of pleasure
life’s forms were as even as true reality could endure
a complete response of sense the values of a treasure
the curse of the original sin descends upon every soul
created by the sensual touch a careless casual caress
wears the whole substance thin leaves the hearts cold
spirits reaching for a crutch a guide for each destress
the body lusts for all desires those tingling in the dark
gods cannot quench the fires nor erase a lover’s mark