The Apple

The Apple

You gave me your heart
like a polished
apple and being young
I bit into it

letting my teeth
pierce the tight skin
deep into the flesh
while the juices
ran down between
my fingers.

But now I’m not sure
what fruit it is
that I’ve eaten
or from what tree

or why suddenly
neither one of us
is quite as young.

Poet: Laura Gilpin
Source: @PoemToday
Books: @AbeBooks

You gave me your heart like a polished apple

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