come, Eve, have an apple

dancing around the fire

shamans or blinded men

& fearful women, we breathe

unison; intense the moment

kept at a distance, right

past the finger’s tip a taunting

tease of flavors we’ve only ever dreamed

& with a scoop in hand, hungry,

we imagine the taste, repeatedly

imagine the feel; we know the desire.

yet surrendering would mean

solving the timeless mystery

unspoken. come. have a

taste, just a sip;

just a little more than

each of the times before;

the shades are

drawn, and nervously we linger

children again meeting anew for the fir...

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