The apple. Delicious, seducing, and red as ever
Sweet, tart, sour
A stem protruding from it's depths
A leaf hanging on the edge
A deep red cloak surrounding
Its meaty inside
Hiding it from you
A bite
Sweet, tangy juice fills
your mouth
The meaty inside exposed
A second bite
further gouging its soul
six more bites
Its gone
The very heart of the being insight
a timer shape; six seeds
3 left; 3 right
The stem is still there
the leaf long gone
the core is tossed away into the dirt
your work here is done
but the apple lives on
the seeds will grow
into another tree
to which you
will go
and pick an apple once more.
The apple sweet, tart, delicious.
