Peachy!

you know what i want? i want peaches

straight from the tree

as far as i can see

as far as i can reach, i want to pick myself the most peachy

i want my hand to stretch almost like a ghost

and i’ll dig my nails in, watch the juices flow

just to bring the fruit to me

i want to hear the sound of cicadas in summertime

the smothering warmth that hangs in the air

like a forgotten piece of fabric in the dressmaker’s closet

the dusty touch of an old friend that makes you flinch

come to me, little peach

i’ll devour you whole

until all i can see is the skin of your juicy, plump flesh

until i can forget

until i fall from your tree.