Newer and seasonably appropriate poem for you (yes, you specifically).

7/3/2011

 

Summer Fruits

 

Fingertips fuchsia from

dissecting the pale hearts of

clot-dark cherries.

They stain apricots:

finely velvet and cleanly wounded;

then flowery limes and honey

to macerate.

Nothing isn’t sex:

hands in the strawberry patch,

oil rising from

pressed citrus skins.

All bodies are bruise-able when ripe,

all delicious.

 

I crave your flavors

with all this

sweetness and

bloody berry – need

salinated sweat slick.

 

Stone fruits

not my: stoned fruit,

not my: dripping honey.

Devour me please,

before I decompose.

 

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About jake.forrest

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