fruit come
fruit, no matter
the kind.
hides its tongue
inside.
sweet, bitter or
both--to the kiss
of taste.
lift it up, offer it
to the sky--then
hurl it to the ground.
with a force that'll
free its tongue--assaying
juice for flies
and ants.
that come to indulge like
clear words.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
fruit come
fruit, no matter
the kind.
hides its tongue
inside.
sweet, bitter or
both--to the kiss
of taste.
lift it up, offer it
to the sky--then
hurl it to the ground.
with a force that'll
free its tongue--assaying
juice for flies
and ants.
that come to indulge like
clear words.
