Apple of my eye

Eve forever
Grieved for
Wanting to
Partake of it

Hanging low
Beside me
I reach out
Touch

It shys away
Flinching as if
Bruised by
Idea of me

Still shiny red
Swaying
In the breeze
I rest

Hungry though
Satisfied
In its shade
Dozing

Try again
Next week

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