Thursday, January 01, 2015

The ripeness

The fruit of a new year, new beginnings, lays ripe before me.
Ready for the taking
Rich with juice
Succulent and sweet
I can hear the crisp bite that my lips and teeth would taste
The essence of that life surrounds my mouth with so much potential
I can feel the sweetness escape down my throat 
And the rush of energy and lust that is released.

The succor of the fields and harvest stimulate my senses.
And I surrender.