Saturday, August 2, 2014

last harvest

I'm astonished
at my laughter of myself
it's seasonal... Or must be
like the fruit harvest
my ripened fruits
like eggplants
hanging from my chest
the strawberry blush
of my cheeks
they call women tomatoes
also known as the love Apple
someone plucked my cherry
years ago
leaving a bare twig
where once the ripest
fruit lay...

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