as you gently bite off it.
The juice drips down my skin, through my hair.
Still a long way to go.
The seeds hit free fall on dark brown wooden floors.
Gently beats one after another
causing no heartbeat of your own.
You call my name
grabbing the knife from the table.
Your eyes still on me, the apple in your body.
I smile at you, pulling you forward against my lips.
Almost being able to taste your apple scented mouth.
Finally arriving in touch we kiss.
the change in pressure.
my eyes close in shock pain
as you pass the blade through my writs.
cutting me behind.
my words warned me before it could even sink on paper sheets.
the female zoo