Moon-fruit in my garden; A scented petal-stem before you swell. Waxy golden-shape becomes strong and sensuous in my hand. Your luscious pungent smell swirls into my senses... Giving as you grow. I taste you on my lips; Acid yet also sweet. Ready to become part of me. I receive your tantalising feel, citrus scent of you invades... And lingers on in after-play.
Reason for writing:
In class we were given a lemon to live with
for a week, then to write a poem. A few
days later I bumped into an old friend and
I remembered the smell of his after shave.
It was still the same.
Birth sign: Not entered
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