Forbidden Fruit

Caught in a tangle of vine

ripened by the rising sun,

moistened by the setting moon

in dew and dripping rain.

Plum licked lips

on strawberry tongues,

triangular kiwi in whee

and murmur.

Limey eyes and dilated dates

gazed upon themselves,

bittersweet in the stare

of the smile.

Raisins in the sum of touch-

erect to the pinch in

golden and dark...

a hint at the grapevine.

Guava is ripe for the seeding,

the nectarine morphs fuzz

and static of peach.

A watering slurp of melon,

red, dark, delicious

in scented lushness of summer.

Passion arises in taste of banana,

peeled, firm, and perfectly curved.

Grasping the ridges of avocado,

skin warm and swollen

to summer exposure.

A salad of fruit in a melange

of just dessert...

tart, sweet, ripe, raw,

no need for condiment

of saccharin or sugar.

The low lying is plucked

waiting the peak...

sip of coconut in milking exposed,

tandem juicing of ecstasy's mount.

Navel to pith in seed chakra

rising in the slumber

above the plane of fruits

to ripening of grape

in supine elixir...

so fine, so fine,

Divine.