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Jan 2020
and I taste
the new fruit

plump and ripe

just begging
to be bit

I place the
whole thing
in my mouth

I linger on
the sweet
taste

of the flesh

between my
sharpest teeth

letting the
juices
drip

down my
cheeks

til my
shirt is
soaking
wet

til there
is nothing
left but

the pit

I spit
it out

and walk
away

satisfied
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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