Apple by Rebecca Shivji

Tonight’s Harvest Moon
releases energy, which
compels me to hunt
for a planet-round
blood-red fruit.
Nesting within a pastry
of golden leaves,
I spot an apple
not far from the tree,
and temptation leads me
to graze.
To keep doctor away?
To lose innocence?
To enter a poison-induced sleep?
To question fact, faith, or fairytale?
In the end,
Autumn holds me
and I let my thoughts fall away,
revealing love at my core
for the apple of my eye.