Today I pulled a plum,
Apart with my fingers and my thumb.
I did not use a knife,
But held it open to examine life.
And when I finally ate,
It tasted all the more richer.
Fuller, and the texture
Was a virtuoso in visceral sensuality;
Vibrant and mouthful.
The enveloping heat emanating from the sun
Moved through my body like a home-run,
Sounds exploded in my eardrum,
Replacing the peace with a sweet hum.
yum **
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 10:47 PM UTC
Today I pulled a plum,
Apart with my fingers and my thumb.
I did not use a knife,
But held it open to examine life.
And when I finally ate,
It tasted all the more richer.
Fuller, and the texture
Was a virtuoso in visceral sensuality;
Vibrant and mouthful.
The enveloping heat emanating from the sun
Moved through my body like a home-run,
Sounds exploded in my eardrum,
Replacing the peace with a sweet hum.
yum **
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