Bath beads, blood cells, red eyes peering from darkness,
clustered on the peel’s ledge like glistening garnets
or nested together like plump, dozing eggs.
Concentrated nibbles, stealing deep, moist-lip kisses
one by one, like splashing pennies into wishes.
Sucking sweet, red fruitmeat off the bone.
This poem was written in response to Prompt #103 on Read Write Poem.
Photo by Flagstaffotos
I find fruit so suggestive in so many ways. Do you think the photo above looks appetizing? A little gross? Sexual? Violent? What does it make you think of?