Feeling Peachy
When I go to the fruit bowl
with arm out to reach
I search for the ripest and juiciest peach.
Your skin soft and yellow
your flesh sweet to taste
To not eat you all would be such a waste.
I’ll tear through your body
revealing stone underneath
I really don’t mind when you stick in my teeth.
When you’re not there
I’ll look for a tin
and open it up to find your slices within.
And then when I’ve finished
I’ll always want more
For, Peaches, it really is you I adore.
This is my entry to this week’s Ode Challenge hosted by @japhofin8or.
Any critiques of my poem, good or bad, are always welcome.