Apple crunch

Red ballooned
Of youth;
Grown a bit thick
And of desires.

Of my wet and
snobbish carmine eyes,
I lure to be tasted.

The sharp
shark tooth,
seethes
a goading bite;
In my ruins
I'm salvaged.

I feel now an Apple,
More an Apple
with that crunch,
which made me alive.

Copyright © 08 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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