Is it so hard?
The
Apple
Excess Success

The
Apple
by Caitlin
and Erin Stephens-North
You were walking by,
And found yourself in the mood,
A left,
Instead of a right,
Behind a veil of cloudy bloom,
Voluptuous and smiled.
Your caress,
Painfully suppressed hunger,
With molecular excitement,
Carried me,
Paid,
Left.
Your tongue tracing a curve,
You tasted me selfishly.
Now I see I lived to die,
And arm myself to satisfy.
Left my remains at your feet,
Turned,
Walked away,
Satisfied.