Adam’s Apple
Her skin is smooth
as peach or appleblossom
-or a snakeskin.
The snake’s fangs gleam,
the fruit glistens
as warmly in her palm
as ever it shone
on the holy tree.
He savours it
so slowly
it sticks in
our throat forever.
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Adam’s Apple
Her skin is smooth
as peach or appleblossom
-or a snakeskin.
The snake’s fangs gleam,
the fruit glistens
as warmly in her palm
as ever it shone
on the holy tree.
He savours it
so slowly
it sticks in
our throat forever.