What is it to be an apple?
One needs form of course,
a roundness, certainly;
time to grow, swell, sweeten.
Patience, that goes without saying.
And dedication to push the skin
to the very point of bursting,
yet holding firm,
bending the bough
before yielding to now.
A sense of pride is useful with
the merest hint of bashfulness to
bring a little blush – so appealing.
A generosity to give of your
juices, as Eve to Adam did.
And finally, a sacrificial deed,
allowing sharp teeth to sink
into crisp outer skin,
sensual inner flesh.