Fruity. Poem by Kevin East

You are my cherry pie
You taste so sweet.
You're strawberries
For my cream.
All in our citrus dream
Where juices flow.
Where lemon peels
Its inhibitions.
And then reveals
In exhibitions
The sweet and sour
We all crave.
The orange gives a wave.
There in a glass
They bathe.
That passion fruit
Will infuse,
A potion
That we all could use.
Red rosy apples
And coconuts
Chilling,
'Til someone shakes
Their tree.
And the grapes that soon
Will be
A sultry wine.
Honey,
You and me
That
Cocktail divine.
We'll make a salad
Fruity.
With kisses sweet.
And beauty.
That will mature
And ripen.
A potent punch
To syphon
From our liquid embrace.
Smell the zest
On our skin.
Rose petal
Joining musk.
Fruition
Of imagining.
Peace at dawn
From our dance at dusk.