Apple (a poem)

I am the forbidden fruit

The one everyone wants

But no one wants

I do not lie

I am shiny and red as I am sweet

Enjoy all you want

But don’t throw me away

Don’t waste me on just a nibble

Savor my sweetness

For it is not poison, but passion

Passion makes me bloom

On the tree I radiate, beg to be picked

I am one to be savored, to be enjoyed

Not discarded to the ground

I am what you see

An apple, no more, no less

I do not lie

I do not hide behind leaves

My passion is true

Shinning out from my core

My passion glows, ripe for the picking

I am an apple, No more, no less

A forbidden fruit to some

Take a bite, don’t just nibble on me

Enjoy my sweetness

Savor the bite; enjoy my fruit down to the core

It is the sweetest

Fully enjoy the forbidden

Enjoy me for what I am

An apple, just an apple.