It caught the passing eye; it’s allure too suspect,
too little about appetite
too much about hunger.
Instantly one urges to gather it up
touch it, fondle it’s colloquial uniqueness.

It presents too perfect a piece of fruit.
Causing wonder, why the apple,
its shiny red coat, became forbidden fruit?
Bold, almost aggressive colouring.
The cool sensation upon one’s palm!
Simple uninspired shape, every one
almost perfectly like another.
(In appearance and sensation)

Could have been this peach!

Warm and bright colours; euphoric texture.
Degrees of ripeness reveal virgin tastes.
Seeming complete whether partaken or not!

Beautiful.

Pure; not just in fact but in observation.

Wise to not gaze upon it too long.
Best not imagine how it may feel in hand.
Delicate surely but not fragile.
Hold firm, but,
not so tight to deprave sensations or
offend the resolute surface.

Admire the shape, and subtlety of each undulation,
tingled by the velvety surface.
Upon lips an effable sensation.

Breath less ness.

Unrestrained nectar escapes to cheeks and chin.
Flavor tasted deep within the soul. So opulent
it ought to be harvested by angels.

Each morsel sadly diminutive
of the one prior.
Time races as the celestial fruit is devoured.

Too soon all that remains is

a hard course pit.

WHY!?!?


Dear Lord, why must years pass
before such a wondrous creation
could again be virgin to the world,
years before its splendor
be a virgin experience for the world.