September
Poem and picture: Magess

An apple
Round
Red in luscious life.
This seed of life this vessel of potential.
Sweet fruit of satisfying bite.
So wholesome they are brought in supplication to a teacher as gift. Come children and let us open our books and learn of paradise lost.
We still feel the rotted fall, still bear the tender bruises of this bitter fruit.
Bitter fruit...
This very temptation which could not be ignored
Simple, unassuming fruit of knowledge which flowed sweet juice over Eve's naïve lips.
And then she knew death.
Forbidden secrets blossomed in her mind and by fiery sword suffering began.
Damned fruit, dark apple, and still so sweet.
Such flesh that should not be denied.
To taste, to draw and suck, not miss a single drop.
Sweet and sticky.
Or juice straining in vats like wine, fermenting.
To be drunk dancing on sharp cider by the trees.
Drunk dancing close to warm bodies.
To touch and kiss warm flesh, the apples urge.
Press and roll, the midnight waters run, inviolate flesh no more, eaten to the core.
Dark secrets, sweet and bitter fruit.
-Magess

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