reap the fruits

peach fuzz on my chin and
oh
it is so sweet
as sweet as i remember
french heat
child’s hands
white nectar
oh
the hands have grown but
oh
the juice
sunshine drops
trickling down fingers
sticky creases
the scent
a tongueful
lip stained
oh
suckle stone
liquid fur
oh
give me my fruit
again
my knuckles are pink with it
rosy with memory and
the day and
oh
the taste
will linger
but cannot finally
last

at the heart
of the flesh
is the stone

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