Lug box
Say these mangoes are the body
that is so intricate when kissed,
and that these cherries are the
remainders of old love
waiting. The flesh warms you,
the stones pass. Say these pears
are what your lover holds
trying to follow.
In their soft shoulders,
in their juice,
wherever you just were.
Say this crate of melons
represents the risk of breakage
indicated by crisp
openings, exposure
and leakage. Damp flesh
trickling into the hands.
Think of these apples at their best.
As though you were eating one.
The spring rain
vivid on your tongue.
Say these mangoes are the body
that is so intricate when kissed,
and that these cherries are the
remainders of old love
waiting. The flesh warms you,
the stones pass. Say these pears
are what your lover holds
trying to follow.
In their soft shoulders,
in their juice,
wherever you just were.
Say this crate of melons
represents the risk of breakage
indicated by crisp
openings, exposure
and leakage. Damp flesh
trickling into the hands.
Think of these apples at their best.
As though you were eating one.
The spring rain
vivid on your tongue.
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[Edited on May 10, 2005 8:15PM]
xoxo, CC