The Plum
Beneath the midday sky
I devoured the Plum
Deliberately sinking my teeth
Piercing the bloody burgundy skin
Savoring the golden soft flesh
Bittersweet nectars, the color of emptiness,
Rolling down my chin
I do not care
No one to see
No one, but me
Rotating the violet orb
I violate the virgin surface
The Plum’s exposed flesh glistening
Beneath the tangerine sun
Another bite
Another turn
My chinny-chin-chin soaked in ecstasy
Three more bites
Is all I need
A foreshadowing hidden deep inside
The Seed
A promise of what will be
A memory of what once was
Gone forever
Like you
Beneath the midday sky
Words carved into long-suffering granite
The color of emptiness
“Taken too soon”
Weep beneath the tangerine sun
Deep inside the hallowed ground
My seed
My Son
A promise of what could be
A memory of what once was
Gone forever
Copyright © Jim Hirtle | Year Posted 2021
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