Plum Poem by Matt Render

The plum on this tree
Is festering crimson
Swollen
bloody
Infected with sweetness
Dripping with disease
Sugary

A bounty of beauty
Cursed as eve

Against my better instincts
I feel my hand reach
To the faltering branch
And proceed to feed
Clutching its flesh
Between my cracked teeth
tonguing the seed
Tasting the release
Of forbidden divinity
Like the suck of a leech

Leaving its kiss of profanity
Quenching the greed
Of a soul bled empty
I take what I need