Leaning ladders for carnal climb
To seize the fruit that’s most divine
This sweetness teased from honeyed peach
Plumpness dangles beyond our reach
Balanced in precarious stoop
To snatch a taste of juicy drupe
Open-mouthed and yearning dribble
Archbacked for a meager nibble
Til handfuls plucked with frenzied glee
Hoarded from our laden tree
Are mingled for a spinning fusion
Twirled on tongues in swirled delusion
Licking flesh and smacking lips
Wasting not a wanton drip
Yesses hiss in guilty pleasure
Mouthed ear to ear for sated measure
©Expressions By Christine 8/20/08
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I'm going back through some of my old poetry and posting with my photos from my Flickr set. :o)
Sounds more like it's about sex than fruit! I love it. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a unique and lovely place to feature your beautiful photos and poetry. Thanks for visiting and commenting on my post at Mortal Muses today!
ReplyDeleteThis is a delightuful poem of fruitful endeavours resulting in pleasures! It was easy to digest, and left a pleasing taste in the wording, which was phrased wonderfully!
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many other treasures are left in your archived portfolio!
A juicy picture to go with a peach of a poem!
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
You arrived in blush...
ReplyDelete(It was more like peach.)
I came (and went) in a rush
(You lingered, clang like a leech)
Ah, yes... I remember it well.