We go
to kiss
& just
centimetres
from “it! ”
an apple
falls
into your lap.
It just
sits there
cradled in your crotch
all red &
shiny
ourselves reflected in it.
You smile
sweet as Eve.
I calculate
like Newton
the gravity
of our situation.
Realise a kiss
is a force
that can not be
resisted.
I fall
...up!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-under-the-apple-tree-with-thee/
