if in Eden you were to offer me an apple,
even in the darkest night, even
at the end, even if you loved him,
even when I’m blue, even in
the ruins, or if you were ruined too,
or broken, or beaten (even in
these childhood hallways my
mind returns to you),
even were you watered down,
even if you walked away, even then,
even if,
even if in fiction,
if only for my love,
if only due to you,
I would take your apple and I
would eat it.
About Me
- David
- In the summer of 2009, I quit my job to go on a motorcycle trip across the United States. I brought my laptop with me and developed my apps while on the road, submitting my first two apps from Asheville, NC. I haven't looked back since.
1 comment:
This is a poem that I like. Dark and nihilistic. Yet why does childhood hallways come right after broken, or beaten? I hope it's not the literal, but barring that a I can read a dissatisfaction with what childhood was supposed to be. A yearning to prove yourself, against a history of being understated and of self-neglection. Or you could just enjoy the prospect of sadism in your relationships, either reading holds.
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