Bobbing for apples

My mouth never seemed big enough  
I only ever bit my lip,  
Head always under water  
as you both evaded my bite,  
kept me chasing a taste.  

Just sweet enough to hold us
engaged, always trying despite  
sour smiles and smooth skin, somehow  
that made it all the more emotional,  
its hard to know which apples to avoid,  
harder still to find the good ones.  
 
Each time I gave it up,  
your shinny red would surface  
and offer me another mouthful  
of this poison. I would sleep deeper
each time, waiting for a taste  
of true loves kiss,  
but you saved that for each other  
and so the game goes on.