Poem by Robert Giron

Then There Was No More
 
I take the apple,
bite into it 
as its flesh touches 
teeth--
the noise catches
his attention 
turning, eye to eye
I swallow slowly
to hide my cache--
his eyes plead 
and I offer half
of what is left,
savoring his gift
he nods in gratitude,
then another hears
the flesh touch
his teeth--
eye to eye
he offers half of
his cache,
the other nods 
in gratitude--
then another hears
the savory chewing,
but now there
is no more to share 
 

Robert L. Giron (Arlington County, VA) is the author of five poetry collections and two award-winning anthologies. His poetry has been published in three recent anthologies, covering: gay poets, poets from around the world and Latino poets in the Washington, DC area.

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