Allegory of the Apple, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Allegory of an appleStill Life with Apples, Paul Cezanne (c.1890)

Allegory of the Apple

Most perfect of her kind at the table
Beauty of such proportions I do mull
Resisting a bite unsure if able
My ravenous heartbeat there is no lull

Do dare to hold her softly in my hands
To move her towards my hungering lips
For such a sweet delight there were no plans
Reality of this must come to grips

All control have I admittedly lost
Knowing my thoughts are surely to anger
Must consume this beauty at any cost
Burning desire can no longer deter

Yes the sweet flawless apple I did eat
There will be penance for this tasteful treat