I Did Not Bite The Apple To Its Core (Terzanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

I did not bite the apple to its core,
before the sensual sexual act of intimacy
but excused myself through the unlocked door

and kept to this tendency
not kissing the embracing woman on the street,
before the sensual sexual act of intimacy

not following her, but whished her Godspeed
and so I send three wanton women on their way
not kissing the embracing woman on the street,

not interested to kiss and play,
but now it feels as if life is speeding past
and so I send three wanton women on their way

I whish to have my life back as it was
to experience, to find the secret to life
but now it feels as if life is speeding past

and I am without a wife.
I did not bite the apple to its core,
to experience, to find the secret to life
but excused myself through the unlocked door.