Red Delicious

Oh, how I devoured that
red delicious apple yesterday,
the one that was supposed
to be used for the pie .
It lay still in the basket,
that basked in the sunlight
and the spectrum of colors
sparkled from the window to the floor
A line conjoining my feet
and the fruit basket.but
I had never cared
for apples before,
but now I knew
that I had to have just one bite
of that round red delicious.
I could feel the temptation rise
making me a bit queasy.
as did the snake inside
saying all I had to do was swallow.
The taste would make me feel better.

There was
That thin papery layer,
which rips off when you slice,
with that sharp silver knife.
And you gash into portions
the luscious insides.
A nice crispy crunch
when you sink your teeth
down into that juicy apple.
Liquid spurts everywhere,
as it drips onto the floor,
for it missed your mouth.
You can’t suck it up.
Then you reach the core -
the hard, bitter core.
where you can cut no more,
where you can bite no more,
that hard, stiff core.

I held the apple in my hand,
and the knife in the other,
touched the blade
knowing how well it did the job.
It was a crisp cut down the center
I heard the knife hitting the table, loudly.
I smelt the savory sweetness.
I saw a scrumptious apple.
So I tasted that apple.
And I sliced more pieces
peeling off the skin.
Knowing that this tasted better
than it ever would have
in some unremarkable pie.