Trusted (poetry)

 

My sweet, soft, ripe, bruised

peach

Touched and taken from your

wide and low

ceramic

dish

 

Your broken skin tenderly kissed

Your sticky, sweet juices

offered up

to hungry lips

This moment, this

perfect bliss

this delicate

kitchen tryst

 

Your fuzzy surface penetrated

by unrepentant teeth

The sinking in, the sucking skin

The violently released