Deciduous Peaches
It's not easy to peak of love
to peaches once the fruit is consumed
leaving the pit in excess
Though devouring their skin is like
biting the neck
the flesh of love
The stones of the most delicious peaches
I carry around in my pocket
Each rub against the other
rub against my thumb
making the edges smooth
and the shell want to open
yet reveals little of love
A small girl sitting on a park-bench
gobbles at the tenuous flesh of a peach
The nectar dribbles from her face and
cheeks down her chin
all over her hands and her pretty/new dress
When she is finished
she places the stone on the bench
and licks her lips and sucks her fingers
What she knows of love
is how good it tastes
while it lingers in her mouth
Monday, September 28, 2009
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