Sunset Fruit
Grant Hope #166
Along the white coast of the setting sun
shades of persimmon, peach, tangerine, and cantaloupe
tickle over the surface of the folding water
There a fruit sweeter than any plant or tree
beckons me with her translucent shall
draped over an outstretched arm
while the parts that contain the nectar underneath skin
wait patiently for me to enter in
She has been making our bed by the ocean
through the dimming light and clouds passing over the perfect sight
a mattress on sand covered by wood and curtain under gentle wind and days end
The heat of each other will be enough
holding and taking each other in
until the last thing we see are the bodies we feel and our imagination lets sleep enter in
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