Ode

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sometimes simple things are overseen. A fruit can become an object of desire.

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


Submitted: October 01, 2015

© Copyright 2022 Maryam Ahmed. All rights reserved.

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