Fruitiness

Your fruit dangles close to mine

I conjure what I know it must taste like

Why can’t I pluck this offering?

Wait, is it not being offered to me?

Surely I can hear it’s ripeness calling to me

Asking me to take it into my hand

And caress the blushing skin

The sweet nectar held inside

Ready to burst forth from my first bite

Why do I do this to myself?

I know I cannot have this

But I continue to play out

What I know will never come to fruition

 

Written by: Mark Lamont

July 2007

Reviews

[Little Mouse]

Bananas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????? This review just got me zero points. : ) Ok, I'll keep going.
Ok, so it made me want a peach! What is wrong with this picture? Ah, one point now.
I promise I don't write reviews for that, I actually just noticed the points there for the first time, and I'm in a strange mood so I'm "jumping in". 2 Points, score, tisket a tasket a fruit filled basket.

[Lola Lamont]

This is a veeerrry well written piece!! I enjoyed the "subtle" double meaning, and your ending: "What I know will never come to fruition"... excellent ;).

[Taja B.]

I really like this. It's a very well written poem about unrequited love(If I'm not mistaken.lol). Plus, this poem has nice imagery and it's slightly erotic, without being too obvious.

Nice job.:)