Original Sin by Robert Wynne

The core of an apple
thrums beneath thin skin

and juicy flesh, drinking darkness.
Teeth tear that world open

like the threat of a kiss.
Stem spins clockwise

until it’s free to explore
the cleft under a tongue

or the fold of a knuckle.
The seeds vibrate like sex

remembered late at night.
What fun is hunger, though,

when thirst is all you know?

robert-wynne
Robert Wynne earned his MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. A former co-editor of Cider Press Review, he has published 6 chapbooks, and 3 full-length books of poetry, the most recent being “Self-Portrait as Odysseus,” published in 2011 by Tebot Bach Press. He’s won numerous prizes, and his poetry has appeared in magazines and anthologies throughout North America. He lives in Burleson, TX with his wife and 2 rambunctious dogs. His online home is http://www.rwynne.com.
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