Apple

Exquisite outline in red.

Your golden flecks reflect

the sun, which held you in your belly

as you grew round and plump.

I wander the grove

where you were born,

Looking for the tree of life. Here

I find you sitting and waiting for me.

As I sink my teeth into your soft flesh,

Warm juices trickle into my throat.

I eat until your core appears

and bury your seed, so you can grow again.