Dec 22, 2014 There was a fullness to our love like that mango just within your reach unblemished and warm falling straight into your palm eaten under the shade of the tree juice dripping down your elbow temporary in its bliss, but perfect in that moment.
Fruition
(Clearly i’m on a roll today! must be the no sleep). The words form like fruit in the tree of the mind, If left too long, the birds of distraction Peck away, leaving only, and even then Only perhaps, a husk to make more fertile grounds. Pick it too soon and hope against hope As you force it to ripen that comes out right, But the skin is too green and the flavor is wrong, Though sometimes you can catch it at Just the right time, and nurture it in a Paper bag, and when it is ready, Even through…