Apples Under A Harvest Moon

A pale-eyed goddess casts carmine light on my crimson desire

Hanging close enough to tempt and be tempted

Three strikes and my arm snatches the prey

Rotten promises squelch beneath my feet

Serpent and Eve live as one, happy with our prize

Blemished, yet alluring all the same

Teeth break the skin

Knowledge drips down my face

It’s intoxicating, so sweet and tart and crisp

Again

Again

Again

I strike and bite and pull flesh from its body

I’ve never tasted anything better

It’s over, yet I can’t stop

Sucking juices from it

Till the core slips through my fingers

Falling to the feet of its father

My sticky hands bear a guilty shine

Under the goddess’s all-seeing eye