Bites
I bit into the apple
it was sweet. Core
at my feet, the squirrel’s
treat. Bit into the breeze,
it tasted fresh, what I gave
back, the tree thought best.
And the preacher with
holy-water blessed – original
sin he said redressed. Love
took a bite of me...now I bleed
poetry.
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