Rapture

• Luke Doherty, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2004

The anticipation holds strong,
It has been days since I last felt the sweet sensation exciting my body.
Why can’t I have it now?
Wait… I can. There it is, awaiting my tender touch.

It has been so long, I scarcely remember the sweet taste which seduced me.
I delicately clutch it with my excited yet steady fingers,
Slowly wrapping my hands around the body, tilting it on its side.

I put it down again, the attention of my eyes captured by the beauty:
The beauty of its essence, now contained superbly in a new receptacle.
This is it, once again it is mine,
I draw the container close to my face until it lightly brushes against my skin,
I bring it closer and closer, until its essence begins to flow through my body.
The soft, caressing touch upon my tongue reawakens my primal lust for it.
My urges and desires have been suppressed just enough for me to go on,
I just cant get enough of this apple juice.