fallen verses

Fruit

She stands before me
naked
hesitant
A fruit asking itself if it is ripe enough to be plucked

There are no words to the answer
There is a breeze, a summer wind
There is the scent of incense burning nearby
A river’s waves lap the shore
it’s current surging like a slow heartbeat

Her hair drapes across her back
a red-gold cape spun from the red-gold of a sunset

There are no words to the answer
And I am hesitant
Fruit picked too soon lacks its full sweetness

A first kiss is a taste that can only be sampled once
only once the flesh of the breast
only once the nectar of her sex
I wonder if this is the moment of her perfection

Then she has fallen to me
Trusts herself to my palate
and my hands
She is a honey-wine washing away our indecision
And while the sun jealously creeps away
we sate ourselves on the ephemeral sweetness of love