Harvest

the fruit

bruised

battered

bulging with blight

fell heavily

from the tree

he fell

as if from the air

into the midst

of their lives

into their arms

onto their loins

putrid nectar

spurted

squirted

splashed with spite

onto their faces

on their tongues

and all were

tainted

tarnished

tempted to touch

underneath

the tree

as he decays

they fold their arms

wash their faces

lick their lips

waiting

wondering

watching wide-eyed

for the next

forbidden fruit

to fall

                                                                                                                     © fabian thomas

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