Circular Fruit

Gentle teeth against warm skin
I peel the crescent sphere without a fear
On arrival of the core
While hunger slowly fades
Nothing can stop me
But it seems harder in some way
Juice and joy combine in an immense gratification
Truly putting satisfaction in the circle
The seed will never be found in the same place
While the location always centered
Different colors
Different sizes
Never again will there be a misrepresentation of equality like it
Never will there be a core without a seed
"Go ahead put justice in the world
Eat my casing", it says to me
My padding
My skin
Expose the most important of parts
An amoral seed longing for rebirth
The soul of an apple has a face
I recognize it almost everyday
I understand the longevity of life
But there is no need to be blue
I picked an apple from a tree today
And the tree
It picked me too