a pale imitation when
Some add sugar;
a softening, synthetic sweetener for
those unwilling to accept the
built-in bitterness of its nature.
Some bite deep, severing the stem and smiling;
blood-red evidence of their enjoyment dripping
through bleached enamel.
A moment’s ecstasy, a cry of passion, a
savor the flavor, but rather
put on a show for all to see,
intentionally ignorant of their
lie and disdain for the taste.
Some engulf entirely, unaware or
uncaring for the fruit’s
comfort, its dignity.
They seek the fullness of experience and
leave nothing behind but
rejected leaves covered in
Left bereft of their sweetness, their
Gently, in thrusting lust, through the
long deterioration of time, or discarded
in the wake of moldering rot;
all will be consumed in one way
by Erik Shinker