On this autumnal blue-sky afternoon
Reclining languidly upon the wood
A yellow-skinned beauty freckled with brown
Is bending my mind far more than it should
From thoughts of work to thoughts of flesh and blood
Thick skin enclosing hidden soft centre
Ripe and inviting, ready for the hood
To be peeled away and revealed, later
Turning to mush at my biting, under
Tongue's turning and churning, all broken down
Liquefied and consumed and left for dead
All that's left is its hollow container
The magic gone, fit only to be thrown
Away with the rubbish, trod in the mud
Fri 26 Sep 2008
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