A single apple, rounded and red
Bright as blood newly bled
Sliced into pieces, juicy and fresh
Soft and succulent as flesh
Too beauteous to consume
But it can’t forever loom
Why not try to defy time?
At least for a while pantomime
Create an illusion for yourself
To shelter the pain and loss in stealth
Sprinkle salt like magic, sleight of hand
Shed reality momentarily, find new land
Cheated the due process for a bit
But when will the inevitable hit?
The slices remain preserved, like new
But hours passed, it’s sat to stew
Take a bite now, as life shan’t wait
No matter mind in any state
The sweetness lingering but tainted
By the wish to keep restricted
The taste of salt now lingers along
With the intended sweet; did it belong?
Cannot tell if it was right or wrong done
But regret can’t rewind, only momentarily stun
Ultimate moment like the original one
Evades intention like a magician
Salt cheating the browning of loss
But eventually eaten or left for moss
