confection

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she said, "take a bite"

          and fed me a summer-swollen peach,
          rosy and ripe with the delights
          of the season of abundance.


i took a bite,

          my eyes still swimming in hers.
          she watched as i sunk my teeth into the
          peach and sent a trail of juice down her arm.


carefully,
 
          i pulled the fruit from her hands
          and fed her the same. she closed her eyes and
          bit. juice dripped silently from her chin


onto her collarbone,

          where i brushed my lips and waited
          for permission. she held me with conviction, but
          her brown unfurrowed as i tasted her 


like confection.

          she drew me to her mouth and sang;
          her, the siren,
          and i, the swan. 

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