my heart sits adjacent a ripe fruit,
a perfect delicacy of plump flesh, on fire
and singing in perfume.
a tomato languishes upon the kitchen counter,
voluptuous and on the verge,
bursting with insatiable desire.
soon, my love, these hands,
these lips, will traverse your luscious hemispheres,
and we will find bliss together,
unifying our flesh, solar and foliar.
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