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
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