When my lips found a red plum
They did not know that very soon
All I could desire would be found
In sweet, wet pulp under soft skin
And the tartness of that skin, and
The way my teeth broke through the
Taut, smooth, thin reddish skin.
But yes, then they did know the sweet
Wet fruit of the red plum, and what
Once had been a bit of unnoticed color
At the back of the supermarket was
Soon my greatest desire, the love of my
Lips, the target of my tongue, the one
Sweet-tart taste repeating in my
Mind and that, that is the surprising
Way love falls into our absent, toying hands,
That is when sustenance becomes sustenance,
When a mouth becomes a church and a body
Yearns beyond nutrients for an experience
And what was a pleasure, a force of life.
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