I found a perfect peach
And let my greed engulf me
Ate it dripping summers' blood
It tasted of life, and glowed
Like a miniature sun.
I drowned in the juice
And for less than a minute
It was my universe.
When I came to the heart of the thing
That stern unyielding stone
I nearly wept that it was over
Although there were others in the bowl
None were at that perfect moment
And never would be.
They were as hard as rocks
Or soft, but slightly weathered, starting to fur
The juice not quite ****, not quite sweet, not quite right
I don't think I will ever find another perfect fruit
I don't think I will try.