The tongue going 'round the nipple, losing track of time in flesh backtracking,
Bigger be the outlet!
Let man flow back into the source, and thus, become one with himself.
Form is the act.
And matter is the action.
You can't turn water into wine, but you can marry the two.
You fool the eye.
You taste the salty crinkled brownish skin, and you declare,
'Sweet. You' re wonderful. You are the centre of the circle'.
The scene is laid.
You can't unsee the Apple.
11 февраля 2018 г.
The Apple
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2018
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