HAIKU Poem: Stone Fruit: An Ode to Oral P{easure, by Candice Marlene Gibbs

An overripe peach is sweetest, softest and
before you nip into it, hold it to your mouth, and
brush the peach hairs over your lips.
Where the stem ends, open it up with the tip of your finger.
The roundness like two shoulders to
rest on.
This is the treasure I’m seeking.
A rhythm of bite and suck from the tenderness
of its flesh, the juice of its fruit, the bite of its pit.
A sensation of taste and aroma, one that stains
the lips with a subtle and insatiable scent.
This is the anatomy of a stone fruit.

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