We go
to kiss

& just
centimetres

from “it! ”

an apple
falls

into your lap.

It just
sits there

cradled in your crotch

all red &
shiny

ourselves reflected in it.

You smile
sweet as Eve.

I calculate
like Newton

the gravity
of our situation.

Realise a kiss
is a force

that can not be
resisted.

I fall
...up!

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-under-the-apple-tree-with-thee/