held all in hand,
eaten from the tree
caressed by the gentle pith
cover of the peach on my lips,
juices melt on tongue
a taste never felt, never touched
never to be forgotten;
passion adrift in light, twilight,
flesh smooth down,
mellow pliable tender, open to all;
pain pleasure trickles
dew soaked skins soar down
in to indivisibility.
Dewdrops sparkle on the peach
a window, a soul,
holds you captive
pledges sensual electricity,
an ecstasy of perpetual hunger
under the leafy cover of the orchard;
shaded from life
forever floating in the void spent
immersed,
you and I fleetingly
the fruit of the tree
such sweet fruit
to ripen.