flowers and fruit spill forth
drenching the floor, sticky with sweet juices
the aroma of crushed fruit
overwhelming, a buffet of scents, textured skins
I am mesmerized
leaning back slowly I am caught up in the slow grand sweep of sap
sugar tide pulsing
packed into tender swollen flesh, luscious ripening vessels that burst
when thrust between my lips
acid sweetness pouring into me, juices running down my skin, my throat
I am drenched in nectar and saliva
and swallow
involuntary delicious contraction of muscles
satisfied, but not yet sated, I reach for more
peaches, bananas, cherries, passion fruit
the floor around me is slippery with castoff skins
peelings, pits, littering the floor
spent poems, the detritus of love
exhausted, I fall back from the feast
that still pours forth from a helical twist of living wood, the open mouth of cornucopia