We go <br />to kiss <br /> <br />& just <br />centimetres <br /> <br />from “it! ” <br /> <br />an apple <br />falls <br /> <br />into your lap. <br /> <br />It just <br />sits there <br /> <br />cradled in your crotch <br /> <br />all red & <br />shiny <br /> <br />ourselves reflected in it. <br /> <br />You smile <br />sweet as Eve. <br /> <br />I calculate <br />like Newton <br /> <br />the gravity <br />of our situation. <br /> <br />Realise a kiss <br />is a force <br /> <br />that can not be <br />resisted. <br /> <br />I fall <br />...up!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-under-the-apple-tree-with-thee/
