WHAT A PEACH!
I used to like making
Kat Mortensen©2010the selection—
a delectable plum skin
alongside the hide of pink,
or orange.
(nothing rhymes with orange)
I used to like the fuzz against
my lips like the hairy lip of an illicit love—
the sinking in
with teeth, champing
the juices, oozing—
dripping down my chin
the tearing of flesh,
vampire-like
when I think of it.
Sucking nectar from the
soft sphere—
sheer delight,
until
once, I bit in
and as I drank from the kill
my tongue distilled
some alien, life-form—
a worm!
I used to like fresh peaches.
Now I prefer them
canned.
