sweetlove

i see the love of my life and she is a girl, with skin made of fruit, sweet and
reminiscent against my own self
she’s the most beautiful girl i have ever known
and we are one in the same
it’s spring and the day is warm, the sun smells sweet as we lay out a blanket in the
middle of this field, once filled with grass that reached over my head but now only
goes up to my waist
she says that it’s okay and i’m hungry
she smiles and her hand reaches up to my cheek and my stomach growls in a way
that only my ancestors before me had felt
she’s a fruit and so good
her ribs crack, seeds spill from her lungs i can’t help myself
i can’t help how hungry i am
she tastes like a greek goddess
i love her i love her i will always love her
my face is stained with her
my fingers twitch as i hold the last pieces of her
and now i’m full
satisfied
i cry until the sun is no longer sweet