Bite Of An Apple Poem by Robin Bennett

You are the original-
snake in the grass type
I can hear your
verbal poison even now

Here Eve, just one bite
of this apple
pretty please-
Sin starter
garden killer
liar-
a man of many names

You always had the touch-
for seduction
I was easy prey
You've been at it
since the start of time
no surprise
you have the lingo down-

No cheap pick up lines
or cliches for you
just sinful charm.
Your biting sarcasm
was a nice bit
"call me Adam" you said

Blinded by devilish good looks
I never even questioned the fig leaf
In one night
we managed to
break several commandments-
We even took a run
at the seven deadly sins
it was all a sinister game to you.

Horrified-
I now see your steely eyes
bubble with deadly heat,
Still under your spell
as the space between our strawberry lips near,
You hiss into my ear,
false love is all I hear
I lap it up before it sours