Bite The Apple Skin
Water drips from the APPLE.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
The smell of sweet APPLE is in the air. Just looking at you, a spectacle that can be mistaken for a star exploding in the depths of space. No matter the distance, I will still be able to see your bright light. So Firm, colorful, rich, and mysterious just the way skin is suppose to be. Have you seen the depths of her eyes? A rich onyx in the shade and them a warm amber color in the light. The ambient environment disperses before you, mimicking a dream with no sound. Reborn in the form of letters, then words, and lastly syllables you can’t help but hear humming around like a G machine: “Will she see me?
Will she think I’m cute? How can I ever be with someone like her?
Will she like me as a person? Am I good enough?
How crazy does she think I am for staring at her?
Should I act like the asshole she has dated?"
Will she think I’m cute? How can I ever be with someone like her?
Will she like me as a person? Am I good enough?
How crazy does she think I am for staring at her?
Should I act like the asshole she has dated?"
All of which she puzzled her self to sleep over the same notions for another.
You’re not sure how but you see the goosebumps come out and lay on her smooth surface when the cold air kisses and fades away every time the door opens; just another day taking a trip in the silver caterpillar. The flow of energy carrys you, the watcher, to another space. The space that can hold only two. You and the one who you have been watching. Skin and skin entangled with the simple use of digits and limbs. Locked to create bonds, war, peace, serenity, and indulgence of the imagination, all within the sea of blankets, on the waves of bliss, and surrounded by liquid air of no regrets. You can’t ask for anything more. For in that instance the only important thought that will formulate, has formulated, and never evaporated, just translated through the grapevine is:
You are embracing the apple.
You are embracing the apple.
Anything less than the imperfections and small marks on the apple would have you bewildered because after all the time waiting for the growth, time, patience, and dedication you have put forth, you would not want to have the richness blossom any other way.
The crave takes over. You take a bite. You leave your mark.
With sharp teeth, you puncture the forbidden fruit. The smoothness of the skin coupled with the water trickling over your taste buds leads you to savor the sweet saccharine sensation. All these thoughts, feelings, emotions, flood your mind and leave you in a state contemplating from the furthest room in your labyrinth cranium, if everything you have experienced is in fact reality. How else could you explain the mark on your shoulder. A mark of teeth, love, pain, and anger. Even then bunch by bunch placed side by side the only Apple you can ever see, ever want to caress, dress to impress, is this imperfect delicacy.
Then another bite. Why? Well why not, right? The point of addiction to this sweet treat with a layer of desire followed by a uncovered substance. Though that third and fourth bite out of the Apple created something. Damage. allowing more sweet necter to flow down your neck and dry. Leaving its own imprint of clear dry paved road of sugar. Now you want more and more to the point of where you are begging for someone to
Puzzle you,
Dazzle you,
Better yet, to just frazzle you,
Breaking the skin once more with one bite.
Dazzle you,
Better yet, to just frazzle you,
Breaking the skin once more with one bite.
Savoring one of the sweetest sentimental sensations in every taste bud. The clear juices run in a game tag between your teeth yet again. In an effort to make it last, you set it aside. You see the fruit of your desires begin to change its colors. How much could you contain yourself before the destructive nature of simple humanity takes over?
Instead of having imperfection and to be able to stay in that blissful state, you come to realize that the damage is done, the only option left is to finish what you started. Now You have to eat the Apple. It has softened, this once firm treat, has now given up its will to be what it once was. Minutes after seconds and seconds after minutes, the bitterness begins to get to you and on one bite, you come to realize that you don't have the apple you once had. Things have changed. Time has changed the very physics without even laying a finger on your Apple. Still the apple has its bitter taste. You try to drink water to cleanse it, appease it, and then set it aside in hopes that it will go back to what it once was. It doesn't. Just as the apple fell from the tree, there is nothing you can do against the true nature of gravity. You try to push back. You try to polish and make the apple shine like it once did. It slipped from your grasp, you try to slow time down to catch it, but it welcomes. Gravity on this world will always be the driving force for things going into the ground. Not everything that falls from the tree of life will be able to bounce back up.
You pick up the Apple, wash it in water and begin to eat what's left. After another couple of minutes of eating and swallowing the fruit, a tooth is chipped. You realize that everything started from the inside and moved outward. Even though the best part was the skin itself and it made her glow, there were hidden things that went unsaid from the beginning, unloved, unseen, unheard of, untouched, not tasted, and not undetected by the gift of smell. After being eaten from the skin inward you both have realized that there isn't anything left to be said.
Water drips from the APPLE.
Drip
Water drips from the APPLE.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Tired, worn, and eaten. Nestled and resting in the Orchard of the Apples, countless of Apples go through the motions that the rain brings. Notions that the sun gives. Enticed by the scent that flows off the skin of an apple. Such a scale to balance. The choice to ruin something so scrumptious to be left with a feeling so satisfying, or to leave the tiny orb in its place, never knowing what would happen if you take a bite.
Once again, you are left alone with an Apple.
Do feel the sensation to bite the apple skin?
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