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The Peach In Me
by Glenn CurrierYou traveled over history
from China and Persia
to plant yourself in the temperate climes
of my hemisphere.
Your outer garment gone
I feel the firm softness of your flesh.
My tongue savors your juices
and tastes your tangy essence.
I praise your cultivators
helping you take root
attending to your warmth
on frozen days.
My thanks for persevering
through the seasons,
and your kindness in coming
into my waiting need.
For a few moments
my mouth enjoys your natural state
before you enter my organs
and we become one.
11/30/2004 Posted on 11/30/2004
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/30/04 at 05:01 PM ...glenn, 'm boy, what a delicious? piece you've penned here ... a deserving tribute to the inglorious peach, yet not now, now that you've shouldered it above it's essence into a reeeaaally beautiful thing ... great expose to an every day item ... you da man!!! chaz |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/30/04 at 05:03 PM ... well, maybe not inglorious but NORMAL. :-) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/01/04 at 03:01 AM A whimsical look at the peach, a bit tongue in cheek I think. Made my mouth water though (for the peach!) LOL! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/04/04 at 04:01 AM Peachy poem Glenn...Charlie |
| Posted by Ann Krischus on 12/04/04 at 02:01 PM i love your work. another great poem. juicy! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/22/05 at 03:26 AM I read this intricately detailed poem several times and can't imagine you having a single-minded vision of such a sensuous object of desire and its consumption, or has the peach fuzz gone to my head. Either way, I like your style, Glenn.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/25/05 at 03:38 PM Since the peach is my favorite fruit, I find this poem irresistible :) |
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