Ode to a Peach

With liquid
dribbling down
my chin
onto the floor
and fingers
sticky wet with
juicy sweetness
as I lip soft
flesh melting
against my
tongue and teeth.
The warmth of
sunlit gold
caresses with
each bite of
pinkish radiating
out from
amber center
nestled along
the corrugated
canyons of
the pip.
And then it's
gone.

© Eleanor Clark
31 August 2013