10-04-2013, 03:43 PM
Is a content warning necessary in this one? I put it up anyway just in case.
First
Hold the sphere in your hand, lips parted,
and sink into the untarnished shine
a verdant surface bursting with sour juices
before turning to pasty mulch between your teeth.
After that, the fruit is left for mangling
slice it up, dip it in peanut butter
to disguise the fact that you don't like the taste.
Strip it to the core, toss it in the compost bin
leave it to molder into next year's crops.
The seeds lose their star-shaped pattern
collapse into a heap in the back of your mind
lingering like the bits of skin between your teeth and the juices
that dried onto your cracked lips long
after the last kiss came to moisten them.
You'll try a different kind of apple - Braeburn, perhaps
a mottled surface more suited to your senses.
Meander through the produce section before settling
on something that fills the void at the back of your tongue
Throwing the new apple into a batch of turnovers
you open the oven and release the smells
of cinnamon and sugar, warmth creeping to the couch
where your dog plays and you curl up
after pouring a glass of hard cider and switching
into something a little more comfortable.
First
Hold the sphere in your hand, lips parted,
and sink into the untarnished shine
a verdant surface bursting with sour juices
before turning to pasty mulch between your teeth.
After that, the fruit is left for mangling
slice it up, dip it in peanut butter
to disguise the fact that you don't like the taste.
Strip it to the core, toss it in the compost bin
leave it to molder into next year's crops.
The seeds lose their star-shaped pattern
collapse into a heap in the back of your mind
lingering like the bits of skin between your teeth and the juices
that dried onto your cracked lips long
after the last kiss came to moisten them.
You'll try a different kind of apple - Braeburn, perhaps
a mottled surface more suited to your senses.
Meander through the produce section before settling
on something that fills the void at the back of your tongue
Throwing the new apple into a batch of turnovers
you open the oven and release the smells
of cinnamon and sugar, warmth creeping to the couch
where your dog plays and you curl up
after pouring a glass of hard cider and switching
into something a little more comfortable.
-Lexi