appleflesh

sticky-sweet on my lips; my tongue flashes

out quickquickquick

as if it were a snake’s,

quickquickquick.

skin sloughed back. mottled, blemished,

reddened with the dry heat of shame,

i am suddenly aware of my

nakedness.

the peel catches in my throat. i choke at the round pinkness of my breasts,

sweet fruit in my palm.

juices trail down my fingers and i

blasphemously trace

those glistening lines with my searching

tongue.

eve, the apple, and i, kindred spirits,

soft pinkwhite flesh speckled

with the rotten sin of lust.