The White Peach
The White Peach
Deep-red dashed
with yellow velvet skin
swaddles the palest
yellow-ivory flesh,
drips translucent juices.
I want to call it her
as I savor the sweet
swirl in my mouth
slide down my throat
satisfy my desire for sugar.
Afterwards, longings
linger. I want more,
but she is the last one
ready to be eaten.
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a mouthwatering poem. I especially like pair of lines for their restraint
Drippingly delicious. Good one.
I like the imagery in the line “palest/yellow-ivory flesh.” Now I’m craving peaches! 🙂
Well, ok! Delicious poem in more ways than one. (Yes, my mind’s in the gutter.)
I love taking something small and seemingly ordinary — like a peach — and elevating it to something extraordinary. And sexy too!