Untitled - July 22, 2002

Tongue tied,
watching as one after another
red globes
drop with lingering
lassitude
into dark depths
and waiting hunger.

Every bit splits into halves
with the easiest of times;
until everything is finally
vanquished,
and hunger is satiated once more.

A sudden display
of agility
sees all fruits
swallowed whole;
puffed cheeks,
silent looks
yield naught,
except for the naked core,
and tied stem,
neatly wrapped
around one another.