Wednesday, May 28, 2008


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.


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...


Thank you for the response in verse, Maria!

Anonymous said...

"My love, no longer hungry"