You are the candied apple of my eye
Replete of sweet with hint of savory,
A clear delight none ever could deny…
Pure luscious wholesome painted cloyingly.
There so deemed healthy when ’tis sure not so,
Forged ailment proffered by a modern Eve;
Glazed glossy crimson masking vices old
Where hearts devour fare the soul may grieve.
Still here I relish you with fancied sight
A delicacy that bests all I have known,
Enamored at the thought of love’s first bite…
Though treats may still be by a serpent sown.
The flesh is weak and so my lips blush red —
While swallowed bait of lust metes joy and dread.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
Loubert S Suddaby poems 