it's just a peach.
a smooth velvety orb of fruit
from the market.
i turn it over
and over in my hand.
there is something sensual
about it.
the softness, the color
of morning sunlight,
the wealth of juice.
i take a bite and let it run
down
my chin
drip from my lips. and when
i do
i almost think of you.
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