Ode to a Ripe Tomato on My Windowsill
Glistening, red, juicy
You gaze at me, longing
To satisfy, to become one;
Your tender flesh yearns
For my touch.
I reach out, softly stroking
grazing with trembling fingertips
to draw you closer.
Opening with willing eagerness
You yield to me,
Unable to contain your juices
As they flow over my blade,
dripping.
I lick them from my fingers
as I lay you gently
across my sandwich.
Ode to a Ripe Tomato on My Windowsill by Michelle Guertin is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.