poem for women, apples

[shadowbaby4]

daughters of eve

if there is a word for shame it is apple
so place it on your tongue and taste
its smooth red skin and bite

deep if there is a word for apple it is bitter
so let the juice run down your chin across
your hand and

drip if there is a word for body it is seed
and its luscious taste turns toxic in our
throats its razor edges pierce our naked

insides if there is a word for beauty it is secret
grave shadows ghost girls and pushed-up

daisies if there is a word for woman it is shame
and we swallow it whole and savor its tang and call it
delicious