We go
to kiss
& just
centimetres
from “it! ”
an apple
falls
into your lap.
It just
sits there
cradled in your crotch
all red &
shiny
ourselves reflected in it.
You smile
sweet as Eve.
I calculate
like Newton
the gravity
of our situation.
Realise a kiss
is a force
that can not be
resisted.
I fall
...up!
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I would like to translate this poem
Ah, lovely. Who can resist an apple? Not Adam. Enjoy it. F