No longer afraid to scale life’s bendy branches
I stretch myself
and
Pick this fresh peach of a new day
The fuzzy skin of awakening sensual to my rousing fingertip;
My mouth moistens with the tantalizing tang of rich, ripe fruit.

Eager lips part
and
I bite
into the fecund flesh
of possibilities.
.
Enjoyment breeding messiness
a rivulet of juice trails down between my breasts and
my fingers grow sticky
with the sweetness of its handling

until
all that remains
is the feel of the coarse casing of tomorrow’s tree
as the
last
sweet
droplet
of juice
slides down a welcoming throat.
swallow.

again, I sleep.

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