Fig

The fig you offer

is not yet quite ripe - 

another day or two

of autumn sun

should set it right

and then

when subtle sugar

has softened the silken skin

I will
with two full thumbs

plunge down into its depths

pull the fleshy fruit apart

reveal the slippery purple mouth

within

I'll place my lips upon the luscious life

and with my delving tongue

tease trembling earthy juices

from the dark sweet meat

feel them bathe my throat

and slip softly silently

into the soul of me

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