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.