For a moment

Just the briefest of moments

She was beautiful, gorgeous

Like the luscious apple

That sat on the sideboard

In a ceramic dish

Until I threw it away,

It sides showing the very best of

Red, orange and yellow,

The way sunsets do

When they are showing off,

The stem a celebration of lust

Irrepressible and incomplete.

But the bottom

Where you cannot see,

Hidden by the lip of the bowl, is

Moist, sunken down, rancid and rotten.