We want
it to be sweet
But it
rarely is,
At
least, not completely,
Like a
not yet ripe cherry
We are
anxious to devour,
We bite through the skin
To learn
the truth,
Sometimes
we get what we need
From not
yet ripe or too ripe
The
juices dripping
Down
inside us to fill us up
Too
bitter or two sweet
It is
always hard to choose
Though
we soon learn
Unripe
ripens over time
While
too sweet is the last lap
Before
the last gasp
And in
this we are engaged
In a
life and death struggle
We know
as love
Bursting
out of us,
Dripping
down our chins
Sweet
and sour at some time
Leaving
us to wonder
How we
can endure
The hot
and cold of it,
When in
truth, the best part
Is the
first bite, when we do not know
If it
will be sweet or not,
Part of
what makes it so perfect
Is its
imperfections
The off
center rose,
The
different colored pearl
The
slanted lips we kiss
And know
we’ve kissed
For the
shape they take
Around
our lips,
Not too
sweet or too sour
Not too
hot or cold
Fast or
slow,
Soft or
hard,
But just
right
This
trust we accept as truth
No more
solid than
The ever
changing universe
We live
in, real only because
We make
it real,
Solid
only because we take the chance
To bite
the fruit in the first place
Sour to
sweet we take it all in.
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