i'm holding ripe tomato
i turn it around adoring
the softness of texture
thin skin wrapping
deliciously nurtured
by ever loving sun
i can't think of anybody
who hasn't tasted tomato
even my goats love it
including stem and leaves
spider loves to web around
trapping insects to come
i run my lips around it
i feel certain coolness
like kissing in winter
lipstick sticking cheeks
i can't bite, too lovely
so i just admire for today
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