fruitlove

a nectarine made me happier
today than you did 
with sleek skin and succulent flesh, it offered
itself to me completely
instead of in fragments as you do.

an apricot was more pleasing
tonight than you were--
its delicately fuzzy skin,
its sugar-sweet meat
treated me with such tenderness
(something you aren't always wont to do).

here, life and seasons too often stand still--
at least elsewhere in the world
the sun has done its annual duty
and harvested something  
delicious and warming 
to place between my lips.