Red, red ripeness.
I bite into you,
You waxed up, charmed up,
And now bitten up
Red apple.
I bite into you,
And you don’t surprise me.
And when Eve bit into you,
I bet she wasn’t surprised either.
In fact, I’m willing to bet that
Mother Eve
Ate not you,
But a green apple.
Green, green ripeness,
Sweet upon vision,
Sour upon tongue,
Erotic upon taste.
You are what made Eve fall.
Red may be passion,
But green conquers so much more.
Envy, poison, birth, death,
Sickness, health, cycle,
Recycle.
The Snake knew this well.
The Snake fashioned the apple
In his own image.