Some say the Apple of Eden wasn't an apple,
and why would it be,
When there are so many fruit,
that taste just as sweet.
Maybe it was an orange, or a mandarine -
these are the fruits you share with a loved one
a gift that leaves sticky stains on both your hands
Maybe it was a pomagranade -
sweet seeds of bitter sin,
that keeps you away from the sun.
Maybe it was a banana, or a very ripe peach -
sinfully good, giving you a sudden rush,
Makes you body flush, better hide it.
Or maybe it indeed was an apple -
An apple as red as your kiss-bruised lips
It tastes just as sweet.
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Kaleidoscope
ПоэзияThe glimpses of someone's mind are like shards in a kaleidoscope -diverse and always changing. poetry collection