Apple

hi there young man
i wish i could explain this better but i can't
because i understand that you are delicious and naive
an apple ripe from the tree, eager to please
afraid to be tasted, so i settle for your lips first
if you're kind enough to offer them


and when you do it's intoxicating
little baby apple's gone fermented 
i'm drunk off your spit, a cat in heat
careful not to sink my teeth 
and harden you


for you are young, beautiful, capable
and the world is your apple
while only a rind to the rest of us
rotting, flavored memory
with seeds in our teeth