See the flush
The skintaut blush
Of Apple
And dapple
Green
Then bite
The firm white
Flesh
Fresh
And crisp
As this March morning
Feel the sugarjuice
Sluice
Down the chin
Sin
Began with an apple
Let my tastebuds
Grapple
With that surmise
This cold sunrise
Meanwhile
I’ll
seduce
With applejuice
My inner flesh