The Poison Apple

the serrated edge of steel cuts a heart deeper to still the sharp insisting texture hard press a pulse severe desires first words pull into the soft of a whisper the fall inside of bliss denial is romance with a kiss the ordinary dance for a game of chance promise names the secret a hand on a veil temptation poisons the apple hope will devour nudge drives the push the senses provoke a passion a pendulum of wishful momentum surrenders to simply broken holds the mystery in beauty wakes sleeping brutality she stretches and stands begins a two step warning the clack of metal a ping to timbre a round to a chamber slow moves the action deep in a scream the sound of a shot complete stirs a marrow sweet as a magnet lacks compromise damned repeats the beat a tongue to the cheek down to the last shell a hate infallible cuts a heart deeper to still the serrated edge of steel Terry D'Arcy-Ryan