So much work for a taste of heaven,
But that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?
Using the fingernail to make a cut
Pulling aside the tough harsh skin
A waft of sweetness, the aroma of sex
Surrounds us like love, like life.
More skin is exposed, the lush fruit composed,
Wrinkled with white vernix like a newborn.
Not pretty, in fact ugly, but we touch
And feel the plump pink underbelly.
The flesh is open, vulnerable, soft
As the breast on a naked woman
Lips draw near and kiss the
Pure miracle of nature, and then…
Then we know that in the middle of nothing,
In the center of all that doesn’t make sense
We are surrounded by everything.
How to smell the offering.
Encouraged to taste.
The answer is always there.
If we’re willing to peel and look
Under the skin.