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When it’s Ripe
I’m not ready to give it up yet
The season hasn’t started
But when we smell that sweet love
Thickening the air around us
I’ll know it’s time
When it’s ripe, I’ll let you pick
And hold my body in each hand
You can finger every bit that’s there
When it’s ripe, everything seems to taste good
Even the pit
When it’s ripe, we’ll each take turns
Sucking the fruit that took so long to grow
Honey and lemon dancing on our tongue
Watering a garden never felt so fun
Juicy and tender under the sun
You’ve consumed my fruit
And I’ve lapped the sugar out of you
Falling into a summer coma
Let’s start planting
For next years harvest
The season hasn’t started
But when we smell that sweet love
Thickening the air around us
I’ll know it’s time
When it’s ripe, I’ll let you pick
And hold my body in each hand
You can finger every bit that’s there
When it’s ripe, everything seems to taste good
Even the pit
When it’s ripe, we’ll each take turns
Sucking the fruit that took so long to grow
Honey and lemon dancing on our tongue
Watering a garden never felt so fun
Juicy and tender under the sun
You’ve consumed my fruit
And I’ve lapped the sugar out of you
Falling into a summer coma
Let’s start planting
For next years harvest
Published 30th May 2020
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30th May 2020 7:43pm
I love this. It’s patience and respecting intimacy and love... but such a beautiful metaphor and exquisitely written.
30th May 2020 9:02pm
Thank you so much! I like using nature to depict intimacy, they seem to share the same beauty
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9th Jun 2020 12:13pm
Beautiful ink!! Bravo!
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