A Peach // a poem

Once they thought they had finished all they had left
They just laid like that for a while, sharing
large exhausts from their working love.
He is not so weak from it, in fact, he is made
stronger because of it and when he stands naked
Like that it reminds me of a Greek
God overwhelmed at the site of acres
of her skin when he moves slowly over it
Remarking on all he can before he
Pledged his loyalty to an absolute rose
and swore her generous majesty
That he could bask in their love’s glory whenever


He chose to love her, as if he had the choice
Not to. He made circles over her stomach
With his fingers like skimming the fuzz of a peach
Before kissing it.




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