Peaches

Today... I knew you needed them,

Was going to bring them to you,

But… wanted you to come and ask,

For that is one of my favorite things,

Not for you to ask; for you to say "peaches",

For you are peaches,

A beautiful thing,

Sweet and fresh,

With a fragrant scent,

Luscious and juicy,

Only a minutely firm exterior,

With a heart of liquid gold,

And one day I hope to,

Bite into your soft fuzzy,

To feel you ooze,

between my remaining teeth,

and to taste,

that which,

only heaven can make.

And deep inside you,

In that pit,

Lays a seed,

Waiting to crack though,

The tough nut,

The place your she resides,

Compressed against you,

And I know that one day,

That husk of fleshy fruit,

Will melt into the ground,

Providing the perfect bed,

And moist growth,

Will over take that seed,

And it will crack that pit.

And you know,

That a tree will be born,

One that bears fruit,

One that knows how hard it is,

To live inside that husk,

And more so, how hard it is to crack through,

Into a new life,

Originally written in late June 2010.