Actually, it was sweet and heavy with juice
and we passed it back and forth, a river
of nectar running down her chin and mine
until we were full and our faces shone
and could not tell receiver from giver.
I loved its weight in my hand, bruised
just a little from having fallen
from those high, green limbs. And we took its seed
and planted more when we left that place
so we’d always be sure to have its taste
upon our tongues. That was her idea, freed
us from worrying about the future. And all in
all, we didn’t. We ate them to the core.
It’s as though we’d been provided for.
– Steve Kronen
gorgeous, esctatic, brilliant fullness. let’s have more and more and more of this.