Design

Sweet fruit!
Ripening in my arms
Do I alone notice?
That drip!
Sacrifice
Despite all the bruises, I want you
Sweet fruit!
Divide for me
You come apart easily
Your drip!
Full of life
And I will have you for mine
Your taste makes me ask again if there is a God
And if it’s divine design, that I should rip you up
If there is a God
If there is a God