Harvest
by rosilindjune
The fruit
is mine
but I will
share.
Pull back the supple skin.
Open the tender cut.
Inside,
waiting,
is a warm
succulent
pulp
with only
one seed.
Dip your fingers deep.
Lick them clean
and drink the nectar.
Take your fill.
Claim my flesh.
For the
growing season
has been
long and tedious;
a thankless labor,
and for
you,
my love,
only for
you,
the harvest
has finally
come.