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Low Bearing Fruit

I have a vision of you 

eating a bouquet of

peach blossoms 


in a bright garden, 

hunched over a 

wrought iron table 


your mouth devouring 

the delicate blush petals


your whiskers piercing 

the skin of velvety folds


your large uncouth hands 

sawing away at the tough 

stems with a plastic knife 

and fork that dimple the 

Styrofoam plate underneath

 

you chewing carefully 

to keep the sharp prickly

thistles from scratching 

your throat while 


black burrs cling

between your teeth



you drowning despite your

cautionary shallow swallows

 

your bright breath 

smelling always 

of my nectar 


now that you’ve 

ingested the 

garden of me

 

Posted 09/15/14
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