Golden Delicious Apple Tree

You think my parts are superfluous: you want only what you want—nothing more. First the pruning then the thinning. I swallow the sun into the opaqueness of the earth, ignoring that you intended for it to sweeten my fruit: but I would never expose that part of myself to you. Early morning the coldness is a sign that the days are growing shorter; my apple can only be tasted in the darkness of your mouth.