THIS peach
is ready, ripe, and
writhing in my mouth
like an infinite
ocean of sweetness
as the bits of
solid fruit melt
into juice with no resistance

I remember my Grandmother
in her kitchen
surgically dissecting
a peach
bite by bite
with a knife
she speared each slice
s l o w l y
and neatly ate
the sacred fruit
I knew this was important
business to be done
Her trance
focused carefully on each sliver
taking each bite
as though
it brought
Revelations of Paradise

I willing join that religion
with this very peach
It has made me a convert
with everlasting faith
and in my last moments
I will ask only
for a