Magnificent peach, hanging from your bough,
just out of
reach of the tips of my fingers,
yet teasing
my senses
With your color that captures and pleases my eye
like no other I’ve ever seen.
Except, perhaps, the glow of sunrise
with its soft yellows and oranges
and ruby reds-
Not one bold statement, but rather a
misty
blending of hues that
evades the
artist’s stroke.
Just as to partake of the satisfying pleasure you give
is a blending
watercolor of sensual pleasure.
To touch you gives a fuzzy and comforting softness
reminiscent
of a favorite childhood blanket.
You are both soft and firm, sweet and tart,
fuzzy and
smooth as you fulfill your life purpose.
As I take you appreciatively between my teeth and
hungrily
devour you, your sweet juices quench my thirst as
your
distinct, yet subtle fragrance pleases my sense of smell.
I consume you, and I am replete.
Such a generous fruit to so pleasure
the body,
mind and soul.
Surely God must have been in the most mellow of moods
at the
moment of your creation.
Copyright © 9/4/2014 Lynn Ross
Beautiful Myra x This captures peach so well and also makes me hungry for a juicy ripe peach x
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DeleteThis is wonderful. I've always loved your poetry. I'm so glad you're sharing it on your blog :)
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