by Rafeeq O. McGiveron
(05/14/08)
Velvet split peach,
so juicy,
overripe,
liquid and fragrant
in the soft, sighing night,
a plucked-open fruit-bowl
to wallow within
as slippery nectars
smear lips, nose, and chin
and sticky-soft flesh
slides 'neath a tongue
wordlessly writhing
in worshipful song.
What other night-treat
could satisfy like this?
Ah, love --
to devour thee is bliss!