Peach-power
peaches exude this thrall –
Reminders of those luscious
Whereabouts that lips
Best find their precious sips
To cry let this be all
They lull so well endowed
With dreams of wanting flesh
Who can resist their touch
Not they who wishing much
Sigh o you do me proud
And yield in fruitful dreams
To the nectars of delight
That peaches bosom forth
(no better biter’s worth)
Or so the vision seems
Till age sends suckers out
To tease such juice away
And longing’s hardened crust
Admits a fraying trust
That o the joy’s run out
Believe that if you will –
Till death the sweetened flow
Haunts lips the peaches kissed
Embalms taste-buds so blessed
No timelessness can kill
Where peaches nestle – hopes
Cannot be pensioned off
They cluster down the ages
Drop softened onto pages
Libido fondly gropes
So peach (of all) impeaches
Yearnings that lose their lustre
Yet stir goodbyes to house
Remnants of lust’s carouse
(glow of the heart’s far reaches)
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