Peace has sated my soul
Peace from piece of the whole
Piece of bread and drop of wine
Now your body, blood, and soul divine
Not just a piece but your whole
With a peace that fills my soul
Apple skin that's firm and thin
Moistened with the dew
Tantric flesh is a juicy mess
In my dinner stew
Green or red my taste is staid
None with a rotten hue
An apple slice that's rather nice
I assert as true