Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Gravity



I gave my love an apple,

My love, she took a bite;

It was the finest apple

From the tree of sweet delight.


My love, no longer hungry

Tossed my apple in the air;

On the rotting ground it came from,

I'll find my apple there.

3 comments:

Maria said...

And there you will also find
the one who summons you beneath
the soil, the drunken kiss,
the scent earth and jasmine.

Fireblossom said...

*grins*

Thank you for the response in verse, Maria!

flipside records said...

"My love, no longer hungry"

Ouch.