My lips part as if for
A soft, opened mouth kiss
As I take a bite
Of a blush-ripe peach
The juice drips
Over my lips
In between my fingers
I catch it
With my tongue
Before it reaches
The inside of my wrist
The pulse of blood beneath
Glad no one is watching
No one can see me
Eat this peach
They might
Think I’m a tease
My puckered lips
Suck away traces of
Stickiness lingering
On my skin
Or they might think
I’m trying to be a tease
And laugh
Which would be worse
I glance around, take another
Bite, safe in knowing
I’m alone, as I feel
Peach juice trickle
Down my chin

08/23/2002

Posted on 08/23/2002
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