it tastes better than apple
more grain to split the skin
an almost smoky, dark flavor
just to tease-just to begin
lovers have fallen beneath its boughs
your mother used to laugh into its leaves
and now it's your turn, duckling,
to spread your legs before it cleaves
them apart with clawed branches
peaches go overripe, squeezing, spilling
groping for soft peach skin
your place will have to do the filling
peach fuzz promises turn hole-ridden
it's too late to turn back time
dry your tears and give it up
i'm running out of rhyme
gooseflesh may prick at your bones
and sting, but do not fret
i'll do my best to make it less painful
maybe even let you forget
that love can shake you awake
and peach blossoms open your heart
to the boy or girl in front of you
love is the most important part
heartbreak won't break you
you will let the impossible fill each lung
and before we have finished in the grove
you'll taste peachwood on your tongue.
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
