have you ever seen a man eat a peach?
after long days of work,
his forearms stained with inky grime
as he sits, knees apart, muscles twitching
to feast on the life of the peach?
have you ever seen a man eat a peach?
seen him pluck her tenderly from where she lay
take that soft gold body in his hands
smooth a thumb across her velvet skin
as he contemplates his feast
on the life of the peach?
have you even seen a man eat a peach?
how he rolls her in his hands
finally settling in to cup her round body in his thick hands
squeezing her insides to her pitted spine
and with wide grin and dripping lips
sinks his teeth in
to devour the life of the peach?
and now that you know how
a man devours a peach
seen how the muscles in his forearms
flex inwards and bow outwards
as he crushes her body
seen the life of the peach drip down
his face his throat
her insides spilled over his hands
flecks of gold velvet still in his teeth
tell me
have you ever been
a peach?
