Summer fruits

[Danfree]

In this lonely summer

Loves were hanging on trees

People picked them up

Brought them to their houses

Peeled the skin of their suffering

By the nails of their soft hands

Sometimes they cut them with their immature knives

Warm in room temperature

Hot in their ovens

Or keeping them expecting whisperings

In the night chillness of their refrigerators

Man to a woman to a man

Hungry for moans

Stubs their tooth

In the morning of their sweet flesh.

[blackheartbitch]

this is really nice. the first time i read it, it kind of confused me but by the third time i got it and it spoke to me.

[Danfree]

Thank you "Blackheartbitch" (What a strange name!...)