pomegranates and persimmons

rather whimsical 

and storybook-esque 

like fruits

i imagine 

piled high 

and 

tumbling over

large wicker baskets

in biblical settings

dappled light

illuminating 

figs 

and lychees 

pomegranates 

and persimmons 

peaches

and nectarines 

nectar

once so aromatic 

and gorgeous to me

and now 

i'm quite disenchanted altogether

you were 

whimsical once

sparkled silver 

bending light with a smile

i knew 

the rib

that made eve 

in a 

smile

it’s 

the very 

same one

within me 

and now 

i've 

awoken

from 

that 

leavening 

differing 

metamorphic

slumber

rested 

and relaxed

with your memory 

like wet droplets 

on my skin

i hope to know

the honeyed fruits

of

summer love 

again