finding words
i found
peaches
teaching
summer
how to
taste
flesh
before
the sun
opens
you
skin
still warm
holding
the afternoon
between
my hands
juice
finding
the places
words
never could
flesh
pulling back
without
asking
softness
arriving
before
the sweetness
ever did
the scent
already
telling
my breath
what
summer
knew
my lips
learning
how slowly
desire
can
ripen
peaches
teaching
my lips
the shape
of
you
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Now I must have ripe peaches.
This poem is absolutely delicious. I could feel the heat and sweetness of summer in every line. It’s so sensuous and alive.