Sossity Chiricuzio

INTENT

 

sun warmed fig
soft crunching sweet
in my teeth
filling me with
thoughts of you
and her, and them
so many flavors
of discovery
and joy
warm, rich
textures
surprising
and oddly familiar
sliding into my
belly
like butterflies
while you watch
them disappear
intent on my pleasure
knife at the ready
to slit the skin
wide
and feed me more
but only the ripe ones
hanging
softened
and ready to fall



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