i have misunderstood
the plum
something so simple
something often overlooked
we feed each other slices
of sweet
ripe fruit
collecting the juice
with our tongues
and sucking out the flavor
from our lips
we taste both the fruit
and each other’s skin
this is our language
words don’t work for us
it feels primal
it feels perfect
this is all we want
sticky fingers and lips
and the pit we leave behind
the sky glows pink
a thin line of color appears on the horizon
it looks pale and soft
the trees stand as dark silhouettes
the humid air lingers around me
the heaviness is broken
a gentle breeze brushes past
it touches my skin softly
it is just a soft touch
hold on a moment
stay here through the night
stay
silhouettes begin to move
they move with grace
a thin strip of light appears
now, it is early dawn
stay here through the night
stay
i have not entered the room
where
we devoured each other.
where our
bodies feasted upon each other
with desire,
and hunger.
light enters
and casts shadows
that shift across the floor.
a gentle breeze, soft as breath,
stirs up echoes.
i hear faint sounds
that are almost voices,
almost words,
almost memories.
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