You only want me
When I am accessible
When your tastebuds crave
For me
Other times
You forget that I exist
Saying you care
But if I am not
There then neither
Are you
Just because I am
A fruit
Does not mean
I hang low
You have had no hand
In my growth
Yet want to reap the benefits
The feeling of me
In your hand
My juice merging
With your saliva
The stickiness I
Leave on your fingers
The stickiness
You smell and lick
Without hesitation
I do not grow in bushes
Climb up the tree
If you really want
To find me