by Gideon Burton
Bananas, ripened past their mellow hue;
A softened mango, cracked and spilling ooze;
The sponge of grapes, their tissue reddish blue;
Tart grapefruit, wet -- so hard it is to choose
Among the fresh, reviving fruits of earth.
Each calls to me with odored, breathy sweet.
I hunger for what quenches, sharp rebirth,
When lips the fruitskin pierces as they meet.
Perhaps I speak in metaphors of you,
My love, whose garden harvest ever yields.
Yet I withhold from seeing these as true
To you: who are much more than earthy fields.
I stand with fruit inside a land of flavor,
Yet hunger more for your forgiving favor.
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