summer fruit arranged on banana leaves succulent blood plums burst black grapes creamy durian ripe mangosteens food for desire food for love fruit tropical fruit ripe fruit and always in my shadow the everpresent forbidden fruit
And food for thought as well. Fruit is so tactile and visual and tasty at the same time-- you capture its essence well and then lead us to a surprise at the end-- thanks for joining us! xxxj
What a delicious poem...!
ReplyDeleteAnd food for thought as well. Fruit is so tactile and visual and tasty at the same time-- you capture its essence well and then lead us to a surprise at the end-- thanks for joining us! xxxj
ReplyDeleteThanks Mystic Mom.
ReplyDeleteIt's a pleasure Jen. Looking forward to reading all the poems.See you next Friday!
Hmm... what a tasty nibble! Love the twist too.
ReplyDeleteThanks Zoe.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sumptuous feast for the senses your blog is. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Rall. Ripe fruit is such an erotic concept.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerry. You could not have paid me a nicer compliment.
ReplyDeleteAgree Marianne...ripe fruit and the tropics!
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