Sunday, December 12, 2010

Avocado Poem

Amarillo

She was the neck that held a fountain of youth

A nightmare pondering and forging

Leftover

weaknesses

Preparing outbursts of disobedience

and childish complaints.


She was my lover,

Sheer and soft

Skin churned from the finest cream

and warmed only by the purest of stars.


She was a stone.

A smooth rock in

Her

untouchable fantasy tree.

A light.


Alas

[and] she disappeared.

Slipped silently into the sea.

A trace of that fruit

Lost

Left to be churned again

and again

Until its grains

blended

Uniform into

“just another.”

- Grace