Tomato Obsessions

Waxy skin,
yielding not to caressing fingers
yet the tongue of the eye
is a whole different story.

Verdant sloping contours
while young,
resembling a perfect sphere;
when mature,
an ancient matriarch endowed
with pendulous multiple curves.

Empty hungers seek
to immediately remove her
from vine to mouth.

Is beauty to be seized
and consumed
like ballast?

Where is the lingering honoring,
the joy in watching this soul grow,
like a daughter full of moon.

The beauty of full cycle is
a sacrament of
seed, fertility and decay.
This allowing of inner marriage...

 

Juicy. I liked this. Made me smile.

 

All of that out of a tomato? Superb. Tongue of the eye...great combo!

 

Thanks KittenX, won't you come back soon....

 

"Verdant sloping contours
while young,
resembling a perfect sphere;
when mature,
an ancient matriarch endowed
with pendulous multiple curves."

I love this stanza! I wrote an ode about a mango once, but noone seemed to understand.

 

thank you, i love mangos

 

Impressive, I like that. Good poem. I think I'll go out back and pick one (which is the way they taste best, straight off the vine, warm from the sun), but don't worry, I'll be sure to savor it.

 

haha this was a very interesting poem. Nicely done. You got my smile as well.

 

Namaste, banned one.