Wednesday, February 4, 2009

(untitled)

Its all fruit when I think of us together; freshly
plucked and peeled.
Raw. and bruised, then rotten
at times. Our liquid hearts. Our
serpent hate. Our delicious bites.
The nutritious skin, discarded by most,
too tough to get through.

1 comment:

Dunbar2012 said...

too touch?
the obvious solution is that this is a typo which should read, tough
but I'm thinking touched
like the skin retards the real getting through.