30 January 2013
She told me to take just one bite, I met her in the dark of night. She held a withered candle light, Her figure slumped and shoulders slight.
I took the apple, gently so, The woman watched, she didn't go. Her narrow frame swayed to and fro, Her eyes fixed on me, I felt a show.
I smiled and raised it to my lips, And took a bite, of its juices: sips. Then they came, the biting nips, A feeling strange, down to my hips.
The apple fell, and I fell, too, My brain and heart both paused a few. The woman cackled; oh! She knew, My eyes slipped shut, my plans fell through.
Biting The Apple. • Opuss № I