Nectarine (inspired by Birdy's "Comforting Sounds")
Teeth bite into flesh And delicate skin, lips caress, As peach sap tap down her chin, Trickling down her neck and dripping - Dripping into bubbles, bursting, Like tears onto dreams. She lies there, still, In the cooling body of water, Still And quiet While soap bubbles continue to implode; Burst; Pop, Fading their ethereal hues into stoic reality. Still, she bites deeper into this bitter nectarine, Hoping to find sweetness at its core.
Natalie, a Facebook friend I met through the INFP group, said the song reminded her of me.
Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:39 pm
Fruit of Fruit
Crackled contrast in lightning-struck bark, Seared charcoal-black: fertile for moss - Deep lime fluff and paler ruffles lark With mushroom spores, now guilty of dross. Laughter on the breeze with peachy streaks, Watched keenly by callous roam Of chary eyes and glistening beaks, Drenched in rot-sweet sap of fleecy fruit - These are fruit of fruit a dying tree Must bare.
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A hug
Biceps press to And a chest, freely accepting, Rise 'n fall with steady breathing. Broad shoulders arch too And muscles tense: Hold her close, Let your shirt soak up her tears.
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