My husband's poetry

Category: eating

  • How to eat a peach

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    visualize golden pollen transferred on legs of bees, pregnant blossoms drenched in rain bite the skin, chew the pulp, suck flesh from wrinkled pit, let its juice dribble down your chin lick your fingers, toss the seed along the fence line hoping it will grow 7-7-25

  • Definitions

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    Food is never Just about eating Neither is sex Just about pleasure… The push and pull, The friction and release. Walk away From anyone Who tries To tell you different. 4-29-22