The blade and the apple
Were that summer's favorite lovers--
The blade, so charming and sharp,
The apple ripe and ready;
One wet, the other grey
Just like the electric sky.
"Come inside me, " said the apple--
And, in a single motion,
The blade sliced through her
Without a second thought.
For a short time, they lay together,
Their two bodies one--
But in the end,
The blade kept only a few moist drops of her
And, unchanged at its heart,
Will do this many times again.
But the apple
Can never more be whole,
She'll not shine red and perfect
As she did in breathless moments before the storm.