You undress the apple gently,
turning her in your hands
over and over.
Your knife is sharp.
The dress falls down in coils
at her feet.
The denuded whiteness
is dazzling.
First you take in her freshness
with your lips.
Then the teeth sink
into the crispy flesh
and her sweetness gushes out
over your palate.
Now you are in a hurry,
out of your mind,
biting and swallowing,
going deeper and deeper,
turning and biting,
biting and turning –
until you’ve reached the heart.
The heart is husky
and seedy –
useless leavings.
Throw it away.
EN 
MK