Ode

ODE

Red, green, purple or yellow, shiny silky skin, 
your fragrance reminds me of long gone days 
far from retail issues and transgenic produce. 
I feel you in my mouth like a bite of summer, 
ripe fruit in the sun, perfect! 
You die for I may live, while olive oil travels through 
your secret passages and farthest corners. 
I dreamed of you, juicy, tangy and sweet like a nap under a tree 
and you waited across the Atlantic Ocean, ready to give yourself to me. 
I touched you, fell in love and wanted you only;
tasting your flesh was like biting a red star,
a blast of red carnation crystals.

Maryam Ahmed