Saturday, July 18, 2009


I wrote this in 1998 and just came across it. Anyone who has grown tomatoes for a living might relate?

i brush up against her
she turns me green
the longer i caress her the greener i get
slowly turning brown
i look at her fruit
her shiny red curves
her flesh is so quenching to my thirsting lips
my body quivers as i swallow
i forage for her plump body
through the forest of poison leaves
How can her body be so deadly and her fruit be so sweet?

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